(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)