i have these papers
i hold this pen
my smile tapers
i think of my friends, my kin
but this paper remains blank
my mind spaced out
i miss it my frown sank
it gave me things to write about
relapse means everything
i know to take this route
but i feel my will power aborting
the offers, the pressure
but still my will battled
my strength i treasure
but still this goes untitled