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They say the black holes Are all in outer space; But I lived with my own, Hiding behind my face. There was never a night As dark as in my mind And from time to time It was as if I were blind. I couldn’t see reality Or see what was right. There was no truth I was afraid to fight. I heard the helpful words Of friends worried for me. But all their kindness Only managed to bore me. I told myself I was looking For something true and pure, And what that something was I was never all that sure. It was something about trust And feeling I was needed But drugs and alcohol always Came in and interceded. At first it was to help me To relax and be what I was, But soon it became a crutch And I could not see the cause. When I lost the ability to stop Once the first drink was taken. It seemed just a few months Then my integrity was forsaken. Still wanting someone to want me, My heart missing a huge chunk, I harbored a huge resentment that Nobody wanted a hopeless drunk. I kept ranting to God and the world That I needed a lover to be found. I never managed to realize It had to be the other way around. Then one day I saw that I Was in a downward spiral. The disease I was suffering from Was not something viral. And I would never get better. This was how it would be. The only soul to rescue me Was me. Only me.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
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They say the black holes Are all in outer space; But I lived with my own, Hiding behind my face. There was never a night As dark as in my mind And from time to time It was as if I were blind. I couldn’t see reality Or see what was right. There was no truth I was afraid to fight. I heard the helpful words Of friends worried for me. But all their kindness Only managed to bore me. I told myself I was looking For something true and pure, And what that something was I was never all that sure. It was something about trust And feeling I was needed But drugs and alcohol always Came in and interceded. At first it was to help me To relax and be what I was, But soon it became a crutch And I could not see the cause. When I lost the ability to stop Once the first drink was taken. It seemed just a few months Then my integrity was forsaken. Still wanting someone to want me, My heart missing a huge chunk, I harbored a huge resentment that Nobody wanted a hopeless drunk. I kept ranting to God and the world That I needed a lover to be found. I never managed to realize It had to be the other way around. Then one day I saw that I Was in a downward spiral. The disease I was suffering from Was not something viral. And I would never get better. This was how it would be. The only soul to rescue me Was me. Only me.
brent-kincaid
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
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