(10/06/2017) 4:03pm
Why do they say they are here?
When the darkness arises they all disappear
Why do they say that they care?
When I open my mouth they only stare
With all the damage I've done
Who have I become?
A shadow of myself
I am so numb
Dab myself dumb
What have I become?
A shell of myself
Recognize that I'm fun
I miss the old me
Outgoing and free
Ignorant and seen
My own worst enemy
Depleted energy
Forgotten identity
Covered by an entity
That took all control of me
Lost under submission
To the drugs I am missin
I'm under remission
Will I be forgiven?
They say I'm an addict
But I swear I've adapted
To the lifestyle I'm after
Forget it I'm blasted
Is the problem me?
I am chained but I'm free
The issue is simply
To not pick up that first drink
(Written sober)
