freshwes143:

That part .

That part close to the end. When you see yourself getting lower and lower

When you look in the mirror an you can’t recognize the monster staring back at you.

It’s almost like you lost the person you once knew

Like you can’t make the right choices so you don’t know what to do.

Moment by moment. You give it all away. Like toss it to the street

Day by day and you can’t even let yourself eat.

Depression becomes reality and it’s hard to get back on your feet.

Say something unrealistic like tomorrow I’ll stop . Or this is my last time getting High

When everyone around you loves being miserable too so they all look at you like why you gotta lie.

Don’t even try to say it ain’t true don’t even gotta Deny.

Another wasted breathe another twisted Alibi

Storie felling like the storie teller of the year. Always on some wishful thinking level wishing you were clean.

Taking every micro moment and actually trying to maybe say what you mean.

Not say what sounds good not turning around just to be the same ole drug feen .

Done . Over it. . Finished. Final . Last night I got to lit . Last night I did the same shit.

Hey last night I said I quit.

Last night we talked about getting sober but talking isn’t making us anymore legit.

Like isn’t stopping us from taking another dumb ass hit.

Changes need to take place. Change has to be the real life thing. Where we actually change for the better side of this disaster .

Open up a whole new chapter.

Like maybe have actual genuine pure laughter.

Maybe sit and do productive sober things together after.

Like happily ever so clever . Success we soon will master.

Shouldn’t be the hardest thing to understand.

Shouldn’t be the toughest hand in hand.

I’m doing what I want. An doing what I can.

Theres no long term idea no long term plan.