sober
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You know my name you don’t know my story Don’t know how many times I’ve struggled to stand before He. With a fake smile and lyin eyes Didn’t know what I was doin-Compromise. Traded my happiness for a drinkTraded my lows for highsWanted everything
How simple is the solution really?
Is it really that easy to live with these feelings?
Can I learn how to live while hating myself?
Can I function in day to day life without some kind of help?
From apologizing for her behavior at 5
To being the adult at 10
From telling her to stop at 12
To throwing her bottles to the trash without her noticing.
From wanting an end.
To never wanting it to end.
You're having delusions of grandeur.
Your heart is racing fast,
Enebriated. You think you're inspired
But this isn't going to last.
they know not a word for her feeling
nor reveal the pseudonym state of mind
Lucid images scream
high with clarity
but all is dark and neon will dance undefined
Our arms sheathed each other's backs
Needing hearts beating
Anticipating the touch of her lips
Becoming nervous
yearning her sober kiss
How I've got here, don't query
Nor contrite
I drank the poison,
And became addicted.
You warned me to ease off of it,
Then you went and flipped it.
You became addicted to my addiction.
But when I lost my supply,
You made sure I got high,
Hello Liz
Today you drank some brandy
but it did more than get you drunk
you were supposed to walk a dog today
but you fell asleep
you were supposed to talk to your mom today
but you fell asleep
Mike,
I met you at a rave after months of feeling so alone in such a big place
You made me feel pretty
You showed me off to your friends even though we had just met
As a past drug addict many people ask me what LSD was like… but…
How do I explain the rain to someone who had never felt it?
You've felt it hit your skin
Mike,I met you at a rave after months of feeling so alone in such a big placeYou made me feel prettyYou showed me off to your friends even though we had just metYou made me feel cared aboutWe became best friends and started spending every second t
Mommy where have you beenUp in your headIn your own little mindWith the alcohol and nicotineI miss you momBack in your sober daysI miss comin home to see you smiling
Nothing EPIC to write about, clean and sober. Wondering just how much longer until this hell is over. No visions of riches no dreams of fame, no delusions of grandger and nothings the same. The pounds I put on are supposed to be healthy.
Grasp firmly unto who you are and never let go,
Life is filled with bumpy roads.
People will lift you up and slam you down.
Friends will pretend in the light and scheme on the low.
This is my secret
I have not told.
This is my secret
I don't wish to hold.
This is my secret,
it will ruin my rep.
This is my secret
and my very first step.
This is my secret
Mom and dad
I like boys
and sometimes I like girls
Mom and dad
I don't believe in a god
I believe in many gods
Mom and dad
I want to go to college
I want to get away from here
our lives are turning over
washing away the guilt left over from when
you're finally sober
like an omnipresent rinse cycle
yet still you foil life by kissing to a false idol
you know
Thick with lies I am doused in solitude - a change of events I carry from past to future. Only the bruised mirror of existentialism can open my eyes to a sad truth of careless, reckless, intentional hesitancy.
If you learned to walk in the dark.How would you act when the lights come on?If you spent your whole life high.How would you face the day sober?If you spent your whole life lost,Would you really want to be found?
I don't like to fight,
And I dont like to hurt,
The pain you put me through
is leaving blood stains on my shirt.
I just want my home to be normal,
That is all that I ask,
Pick your coffin, nod to your friends.
Smile and laugh, it’s coming to an end.
Open the hatch, slide in through the side...
don’t try to look back, you won’t be able to hide.
Close your eyes and lie to rest. Look at you, what a mess. Sleep all day, party all night. You're almost always out of sight. I just want you to quit, is that too much to ask? Since you're always gone and having a blast.
it's been exactly
a week
since I remembered
what the scent of
your skin did to me.
and the truth is,
if I were in
a program right now--
some 12, 18, 42-step nonsense--
You and your taunting eyes.
You and your hazy sight.
Do you even know where we are?
Or how we got here?
I’ll stay up hours to burn up the midnight fuel within my core and drown out the nerved voice inside that is never content. Like breaking a fever, I either run it rampant, or it will run me dry.
