Indigint rehab,
checking in checking out,
another bout,
another sight,
you're weeping in the bathroom,
not knowing that life is tapping its toe impatiently,
in the next room,
choose to be,
choose to rot,
I chose that my past will always be there,
but sometimes it's easy when it's normalcy that you sought,
forgetting to forget,
you take your breath and move "one day at a time",
so they say,
but really it's one step at a time,
your life is unmanageable that's clear enough,
full of things and stuff,
but another suicide attempt under your belt,
and another counselor asking you how you felt,
the rhymes are oot of place,
like you feel whenever you walk through another space,
who's to say you werent in the right,
who's to say that you arent just looking for another fight,
so focus ahead my dear guy,
for once you can remeber what color and how to pronounce,
the works that unlie,
in this new story you can decide to write,
keep moving,
"Dont give up and dont give in",
leave your pride and take that stide,
clean yourself up kid and walk through the bathroom,
you'll start seeing all the crazy new,
and the bits of blue,
from your new view,
with cigarettes and skylines,
You'll be just fine.