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All around me I see everything I could have been

in the ones closest to me, a close friend turned

Into a false facsimile of past or present

and in some ways every one of them

could have been my future

I see the broken boy that could have been

I see the addict given new hope in a bright future

I see the angry teen given family and starting to tame

I see the one who’s way was lost long ago

And still can’t find a place they feel comfortable

enough to let go of the chemical smiles

I see the one who only wants companionship

and seeks it out in places it doesn’t belong

I see the one who has been lost for so long

finding their way and finding a light in the darkness



All around me, I see the broken pieces I could have been

and it makes me no happier to know that I have taken

this path I tread, because I see the people around me

taking those paths which I cannot, some are better

some are worse, and some have an ending coming quick

but it still fills me with something I can’t define

a yearning for something different, for things not mine to claim



So many paths I’ve trod in so little time

twenty two short years, and yet it seems much more

I’ve trod the straight and narrow, the crooked path

the junkie’s broken, and meandering, lonely path

the recovering addicts stumbling path towards recovery

and the lonely child crying out for attention in so many ways

I can say for sure that I’ve tasted much of lifes waters

and only wish to taste more, to fully live, to travel another path

one less self-destructive, more self-fulfilling, and all in all

a happier path, one I wouldn’t be ashamed to share with another.

because a happy life is something to experience, not look forward to

and no matter where you are, what you’ve done, or your lot in life

a happy life is possible, if you let it be.