Not you again

Oh boy, here we go again,

i’m busting my brain,

trying to avoid pain,

yet still feeling the drain.

I wonder, when do we learn,

because after healing the burns,

we run back to the fire churn,

and get back to where we begun.

Its a feeling we yearn for,

The thrill of losing control,

while acting sober and whole,

the excitement of not being alone.

Its a roller coaster ride,

full of on’s and offs

ever changing, cold and hot 

just like that without a stop.

Its the beauty of madness,

once you set the ball rolling,

Its hard to get it back on course,

you win some, you lose some.