Riddle me this
Are they laughing at me
Because I'm prone to fear and doubt
I'm trying to clean up the mess I made
You see I got a conscience like gasoline
I fuel the fire with everything they said it's stuck in my mind
If you got the keys then start the car and drive as far as you can
If you got the blood then you got the heart to give yourself a chance
Live to your fullest and own your name
Misunderstood, we are all misunderstood
Make peace with your pain
And never lose your flames
Seems like you've all been scarred
Look at it as some kind of beautiful art

I always thought an addiction had to be
something you could physically touch,

but here I am

chasing this feeling I can’t even put into words,

I broke my knuckle open trying to
choke up what was left in me,

I saw blood, I should’ve been scared,
I should’ve wished for help, I should’ve
wished for a do-over, swore to God
"if you grant me this one wish I swear
I’ll never **** up again”

but I just wished for more.

- S.G.