In the depths of despair, where shadows thrive,Where agony surges, and hope seems to dive,A tempestuous battle, unseen by all eyes,Within one’s own self, where darkness resides. Oh, the tales of souls ensnared in its grasp,Bearing the burden, the untamed collapse,Opiate withdrawals, a harrowing plight,An affliction that tarnishes day and night. Phantom fingers, reaching out…