Every day that I choose drugs instead of myself
I feel myself become less me and more him.
i feel my mental possibilities begin to shrink
i can feel the weight of the thoughts i think
i am not him until i walk by a mirror quickly
the reflection is uncanny, i am my daddy
another **** will fix me
at the pub drinking pink whitney
my Mary Jane with me
repeat and screech
old dog i need to teach
new tricks, discover peace