Relapse

Broken in tiny pieces
Shattered metaphorical and literally shattered
My soul feels bruised and battered
Years of lost trust finally found over almost a year
Gained in time but lost again through fear
Warned stay clear
All things toxic drugs and beer
Disappointment unspoken but visual
Her eyes are sad she looks miserable
She blames her self they all do
The handful of people who got me through
But back again soul is black again iv been untrue
I lied again to my self .I lied to you
Guilty mess out of the blue
Unfortunate relapse
Choose one of three maps
Choices..death..gloom or success
I choose success
To clean up this mess
I'm an addict it's my lifelong illness I dont look Ill
This disease deadly no stranger to kill
High or low no moderate never still
Oh higher power guide me by the hour
For they who love me are torn
Renew me offer me reborn.

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◄ Wake up teachers we are not all the same

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