sobriety
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You know my name you don’t know my story Don’t know how many times I’ve struggled to stand before He. With a fake smile and lyin eyes Didn’t know what I was doin-Compromise. Traded my happiness for a drinkTraded my lows for highsWanted everything
I eased my eyes wide open
As the day had already started
My uneasy mind is stranded
Lingering effects from last night’s last call
The nights are hard to handle
And the pills are hard to swallow
The fact is that you did not raise me
You neglected me
You betrayed me
You left me there to figure it all out on my own
being sober is hard
I can't write poetry
I'm not a medieval bard.
but what inspires me
is everyone struggling through sobreity.
because willow died
and because I cried
How are you?
Im fine.
Are you sure?
Im fine.
You look sad though...
Im fine.
So no cravings?
Im fine.
Worst of all.
Better than the best.
Feels like I'm flying when I fall.
Will I rise to the test?
Super highs.
Deadly lows.
White lines.
White smoke.
Affix a smile and they’ll think that you’re okay. Maybe she won’t flip out, go crazy on you today. And should you express a feeling- then you forgot your meds. Go on and take your pills. Cure what ails your head.
Hello Liz
Today you drank some brandy
but it did more than get you drunk
you were supposed to walk a dog today
but you fell asleep
you were supposed to talk to your mom today
but you fell asleep
The winter is cold, as am I
My heart is frozen and I want to die
Thoughts racing, my options clear
Learn sobriety or waste another year
I miss the highs of my mind, and my H lows
Drugs cannot harm you
Every drug needs a catalyst and that catalyst is you
What were you thinking
when you were drinking
Did you see the bottle as the enemy?
Or yourself
Every human can be a superhero
I woke up every single day sure that I was dead; I couldn't seem to silence all the noise within my head.Reaching for my phone though I could barely use my eyes; my life was so consumed with the chase of getting’ high.Dropping to the ground, agony
It feels good not to smoke at all
I don't think that it's a joke at all
I don't want to drown my goals at all
Do some smokers I mess with preserve hope at all
Cracks shine through the sides only to be left
A dark cloud comes through, a dissapointment
They expected something different not theft
Not suddenly drained of their excitement
Being drug-free is uplifting.
Being drug-free has impacted me.
Now I have my life back and strive not to lose it again;
Too bad along the way I lost many a friend.
I am no longer dependent. I am free.
I used to think I could not write for a living
Because my mind was blank as
The pages of a journal just picked up from the store
Two sisters young climb up a tree
In the snow of Christmas day
They peek over the fence to watch, to see
How the neighbor children play.
They climb back down, they go inside
Living with this darkness. Always weighing me down.
Thinking dark thoughts; wandering around this strange and lonely town.
Can't get rid of this depression; seems like any hope I once held is coming to an end.
There’s no rocks at my bottom
They’re up in smoke
Or held as evidence
And these events set precedence
To my current residence
My bottoms a clean slate
A scratched up plate
Just one more drink you told me
Just one more pill you said
I wake up every morning
And expect to find you dead
The drug is your master that won't set you free
You choose it over life
You choose it over me
60-day chips from something united anonymous
Anxiety
Blame others, but your decisions are autonomous
Variety
Smirnoff, Burnett’s, Skyy, UV
Society
Idolizes and publicizes it, but what they don’t perceive
Are you my hero?
You told me you knew everything.
Does a hero have to know everything?
All I know is how you pretend to.
