Two and a half years clean
and I still miss it every day,
it used to be hard for me
even to know there was a
bottle in my cupboards,
now, it’s just a lingering
thought, an ever present
"this is an option"
kind of like suicide
but suicide I’m much
more grateful for,
not that I want to die,
but that I want that control,
I’ve been saying so since I
was thirteen years old
that I’m not afraid of death,
I’m just afraid of not
being in control of it.
- S.G.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
Two and a half years clean
and I still miss it every day,
it used to be hard for me
even to know there was a
bottle in my cupboards,
now, it’s just a lingering
thought, an ever present
"this is an option"
kind of like suicide
but suicide I’m much
more grateful for,
not that I want to die,
but that I want that control,
I’ve been saying so since I
was thirteen years old
that I’m not afraid of death,
I’m just afraid of not
being in control of it.
- S.G.
suicide, drugs
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