Disappointment laced with
fighting - shouting, when will this
be enough?
Lying on the bathroom floor
covered in your own *****
How did you even get here?
The words are spinning around your head
and spilling out your ears
Do you remember the empty promises as you hand over the thirty dollars you
needed for your cell phone bill?
It’s as if “I know, I’ll do better” are the only words that chemical left in your brain
Where did the time go?
About four hours ago you waived goodbye to rehab and hello to freedom
Or should I say your next fix?
How do you help someone who can’t be fixed?
How do you help someone addicted to this ****?