Overdose

Do you ever overdose on happiness?
You just feel so empty inside
So you try to fill that emptiness with love
happiness
ambition
purpose
all the positive things you can think about
But do you ever overdose?
Does it ever become too much?
It's so much that you don't feel it anymore
It just doesn't work anymore

The way you take painkillers

You start with a small dosage; the pain goes away for some time,
but it returns later, with vengeance
So you take another dose,
and another
and another
Soon your body's receptors become resistant to these painkillers
So you move onto stronger ones

The same cycle repeats and you keep moving on
Until then is no stronger painkiller

You aren't in pain anymore
but now you're addicted to the euphoria you get from them

It's a curse, because what you love can't be anymore
The painkillers don't work anymore

You overdose and all you feel is
frustration
anguish
anger
your souls being crushed under all this

It's just so sad

The path that they took has dried, but there is still moisture under my eyes

I'm not addicted to painkillers though
My pain is the mistress
Yet she evades me, says that she's "bad for me"
But I chose her,
yet, she refuses me.
So I try moving on, but it doesn't seem so easy.
Evasive behaviour is the worst
Why can't you be honest like nature?
Or is honesty not in your nature?

Let me find peace.

Please.