These days I'm mostly sober but that's a lie
I'm back in a bottle and this time I don't
Think I'll try to leave I like it here this
Is where I believe I belong I'm most at
Peace when I embrace an intoxication
You see I carry all these troubles and
They may not be all that bad but try
Telling me that when I'm sober I won't
Believe a word you know I don't think
Of suicide and such as much anymore
But I do think on how I can destroy this
Life and maybe there's actually some hope
In that but really it's more weakness
Than anything I don't want to be subject
To another's opinion but I am that's life
So when my parents ask I'm mostly sober
Wow thats fucking powerful. I
Wow thats fucking powerful. I was like all good its getting better the door to better is ajar then wham! It hits you in the face! My kind of write. Bravo. I think you left it all on the floor with this one. HugSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
"I like it here..."
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If I unbinged it would near that wagon called cognitive action. I fled it in 2008 and did not look back. Waiting for Maryjane to be over the counter. I'm 66. May it be soon. I may try Cogniflex. An emotion douser that Silicon Valley dwellers use to boost concentration. Probably causes braim cancer. Cirrhosis liver vs dead heading, hmmmmmm...