Relapse
I was clean
I was skin with faded scars
I was free
It was the voices that told me
In my head
It was the things those kids didn't say
One month
Two weeks
Four days
It was easy
It was right there
No one noticed
I took it with me
I was in and out
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
That was how many
I prayed so hard
I was crying
I never want to be there
I failed again
One week
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
One month
Take two
This poem is about:
Me