Sometimes,
The hardest part.
Is realizing that..
We are







Alive

i used hate the way i would be awake at four in the morning.
i remember the way everything used to feel so haunting and scary.
there were no words to describe how deep inside my mind i would sink into,
scared and afraid of no return.

but now,
oh now,
i love it.
i fell in love with the quiet.
there was no more worry or fear.

I got high on expectations,
And i reached my peak,
Disappointment called me,
But i was too numb to speak,
So i had to sober up,
To get back on my feet,
The fall was chronic,
And the ride was bittersweet,
I came crashing down,
Now i can’t be healed,
Who to blame, the addict or the addiction?
I need to get clean!