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Aug 2019
Growing up I seen alot of things young people shouldn't see,
Drugs helped me escape they helped me become free.
Until it became the only thing I could see.
No white walls
They was replaced with dark fogs.
I kept going back to that life trying to make sense of my own insanity,
Oblivious to my own reality.
I hurt people I caused pain,
I watch people leave and only I remain.
It was miserable and depressing,
Now that I'm clean and sober...
I have been stressing.
How can a friend just betray you?
How can a lover just play you?
We live in a world where hate is taught and love has to be earned.
Yet it says "love thy neighbor"...
I'm a bit...concerned.
Hate it's a battle everyday,
Many people disagree about how I go about my way.
Telling me they love me,
behind my back plottin against me.
They wanted me to break,
They took everything they could take.
I mean even my own blood was praying for my downfall,
But I turned it around and I made that call.
I made a decision to change my world looking through my eyes,
I got rid of the dark skies..
I focused on my rise.
Here I stand a different person because I took back my power,
By taking it second by second,
Minute by minute and hour by hour.
Not allowing myself to fall back to toxic people,
Understanding that they are lethal.
Understanding that what I thought was love was really hurting me,
Understanding that I have to let go to be who I want to be.
Understanding love has to come within before I can give it away.
Understanding people aren't always who they portray.
Understanding sometimes I just need to get out of my own way.
For once I'm doing it for me and noone else,
For once I'm happy with myself.
I found new ways to cope,
and for others,
Ill never stop sharing my experience, strength,
and hope.
I've battled being an addict for about 20 years. (Yes I started pretty young) it was one the hardest things I ever went through. Every day is a decision to stay clean. I'm proud of how far I've came. But it's because I did it for myself and not for the ones who hated who I was not for the ones who just used and abused me. This time. I did it for ME.
Haley Buckholt
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Haley Buckholt  29/F/Dallas, TX
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