Withdrawal.

It is so hard,

To follow through,

The law of righteousness,

To love from within,

Throw away all selfishness,

Have faith even when it feels,

Like it doesn't matter,

And the world tries to tell you,

It is foolish; enough,

But it does matter,

Because You're real.

Following You,

Are many moments,

Where it feels like,

I'm going back to something,

I know is harmful,

So I know I must stop,

But I shiver without it,

I yearn for gratification,

But I hate it all the more,

Because it displeases You;

The cigarette I must not return to,

A drug overdosed that can kill,

Alcohol overload that burns my liver,

A pleasure-giving white pill;

None of the above the substance;

Sin it is called.