One hundred and five days
wasted.
Down the drain
along with the crimson and
I tried.
Pushed to the limit, I
Could not control
that which my skin
begged for.
Crawling like a thousand
ants. Screaming, wretching,
Pleading. Give me
More.
And I gave in, weak in my
Pain. I could not control,
Myself, my mind, my
Hands.
They say relapse,
Is necessary in recovery but
I say it's
Failure.
Failure and weakness,
Reminding me that I cannot
Overcome the
Monsters.
I begin the count again,
One two three,
Waiting to see how long it will
Take.
One Hundred and Five days
Gone to waste, and I
Tried, and I
Failed.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
One hundred and five days
wasted.
Down the drain
along with the crimson and
I tried.
Pushed to the limit, I
Could not control
that which my skin
begged for.
Crawling like a thousand
ants. Screaming, wretching,
Pleading. Give me
More.
And I gave in, weak in my
Pain. I could not control,
Myself, my mind, my
Hands.
They say relapse,
Is necessary in recovery but
I say it's
Failure.
Failure and weakness,
Reminding me that I cannot
Overcome the
Monsters.
I begin the count again,
One two three,
Waiting to see how long it will
Take.
One Hundred and Five days
Gone to waste, and I
Tried, and I
Failed.
