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.