I lay on the floor in the hallway.
Tell me now, so we can go
pretty unhappy at that point
I didn't much care
I had gone to relapse
”Let's do it once,
just…”
as addictive
a respected community member
with a new drug
called
I know me
just look
the keys to a paradise
but addiction doesn't care
seemed like a perfect excuse to stop
I never heard of it

started as one of those horrible ruminations
I might benefit from the morning after
Because I had money
we feel that long-forgotten urge
to absorb the coolness
It didn't have experience with me yet
I was devastated
and a life that looked pretty damn…
quickly after that
Descent
writhing on the floor of depression
and then a trip
to get to the surface?
That feeling
in our heads
I came to
my eyes
but I laughed
it's worse
At one point, I went several days without minimization to a group
my self-respect
I went on the anxiety
continued to get worse
so I stopped
almost
like we'd been given paradise
it was a scam
Back to the Hell on time
our backs twisting
We were haggard
and shaking violently
we recommend, with your life
but after that it stops feeling like fire
salty and aching
with a rare gift for being easily frustrated
Anxiety
became difficult to focus on his face
See?
I told you I would
agitated
Fatigue set in
It sounded promising
I made it seem as though there are some mornings when I woke up at all
now I’ll have some clean time