My mind is frayed Making me miss the days I used to self-medicate Didn't have to hesitate
Those days are far away Sobriety making a lengthy stay And it makes me manic Paralyzed in an unending panic
Honestly I feel like **** Calm and composed for a bit Then hopelessly falling Substances are calling
And it's ****** up That I'm stuck up Left confused and alone Not to mention dangerously prone
To hatred and deprivation Brutalized on the verge of starvation I'm on a downward streak Feeling more and more weak
So my pen bleeds words That no one has ever heard
Been away from the pen and pad for a while. Trying to get back into the habit of releasing through writing. Sobriety ***** and the pen often provides escape.