What a shock it is
to finally feel,
after what seems like years,
of hiding these tears.

Alcohol, nicotine, and THC
blind me to what I need to see.
I am hurting, I am wounded.
My thoughts are not fluid.

It simply used to be
if I just stayed busy
the thoughts would go.
But little did I know...

They stayed where they were,
and they festered and grew,
until it seems there's no cure
to the pain that I knew.

But now I have run
out of things to do.
Though it won't be fun,
this pain, I must undo.