I remember being 10 days clean
FINALLY off of Methamphetamine.
My daughter, she was 9 days new
we were living in my hospital room.
Then someone told me my kids dad
had smoked just one last time; I was mad.
See his teeth were killing him that day
and **** is best at taking pain away.
Then the addict inside me saw its chance to use.
It said "I want one last time too!"


They took her from me three months after that,
I swore up and down though, that I'd get her back.
Weeks and months came then passed,
they turned into years now.
Gone by too fast.
If I could go back I would make the right choice,
I'd silence that evil addicts voice.
But instead what I said on that day was
"I deserve one last time without any fuss."
I really thought it would be fine,
I thought I'd get right back in line.
Now 6 years later as I write,
It's 4:33 am I've been awake all night.
Because "one last time" never stays that way.
And I regret that "one last time"
EVERY
single
day.