I'M NOT BROKEN

February 28, 2019

 

 

 

 

Not too long ago that was to be my life, or so I thought.

But the things I desire most cannot be bought.

So before I mess up everything and get caught.

I have to remind myself that I still have a shot.

 

I was so broken, in the pits of despair.

I would look up to the stars and just stare.

I had no clue if this time would be different.

Please bear with me, I need y'all to listen.

 

I'm not a perfect person and I don't have answers.

But the disease is killing me as if it was cancer.

I feel trapped in a cage, dying to break free.

Free from what? That what is a who! And that who is me.

 

I have no desire to use drugs today.

But there's always tomorrow, and tomorrow I just may.

 

I'm an addict when I say I am.

However, I can recover if I reach for a hand.

Some say never alone, never again.

But when will something change within?

 

Where do I run to get away from the person I hate the most?

You see, her and I are too close. She lives inside me.

Trying to cover the ones that bleed.

And I don't know her name, but she drives me insane!

 

Some days, I pray I don't wake up.

On those days, my mind is closed shut.

Then it says I should see the world through a new set of eyes,

Because on this last relapse there were new kinds of highs.

 

In the end I'm stuck with the whys of my choices.

Then I realized we as addicts have voices. 

 

 

For more of our Blog, Click HERE

 

 

Share on Facebook
Share on Twitter
Please reload

Featured Posts
Recent Posts

October 14, 2019

April 20, 2019

Please reload

Archive