12 steps

I hate that you found me here, I promised you I'd never return and now you sit up every night suffering with concern.  I hate that you found me here, two lines of coke,  a joint and an eighteen pack of beer.  I promise I'll steer clear even though deep down I wanna be near. I know I should be ashamed walking back into those rooms,  only nine months, back so soon. Twelve steps to get my life back on track and pack away the stains that life has left on my torn apart heart. I need time for my heart to mend and I also need you by my side as my friend.  I'll try to be strong and work through everything that went wrong. I'm starting over again one step at a time please believe in me,  I can't promise but I know things will be fine. Next time you see me I'll be looking better than you've ever seen and again I can tell you that I'm nine months clean.