Habits
Drugs and alcohol survive in my veins
Looking back at my childhood shit just ain't the same.
Memories boil over with anger, hate, and sadness now there all dead tell me whose to blame for all this madness.
They tell me I ain't livin right, but at least I'm livin right.
Damage, baggage I've been turned into a savage, do it everyday call it a habit.
Can I survive another day alive when every thought just says give up every thought says jump.
I looked to the mirror and said you could of been someone, you said yourself before where are you?
Look a little closer I'm face down on the bathroom floor.
Im having the worst day of my life, don't care right or wrong I'll save my apologies for another fight.
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very relatable, but just like the tough childhood I had to dissect in order to understand, I had to give up the alcohol and drugs too. I’m not here to judge nor be a hypocrite but just to let you know….
I had to write every fight, I had to look deep into places I purposely hid from, I had to answer some tough questions that I had to ask myself…
ACCEPTANCE is the first step, your poem smells of hope, you know the battle, Will you continue to avoid the WAR?
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YOU CAN STILL BECOME WHATEVER YOU WANT!
Thank u for reading my poem and your kind words