Addict

Mind flips back the pages, the diary empty, devoid

so many missed entries, where was I? absent

the time, my past, that lives only in fragments

where drink took my hand, took me places best to avoid

feeling melancholy, maybe should have a coffee, or a tea

soaked with whiskey please, chase my demons away

to keep my emotions at bay

head sore from the night before, the wreckage, the brains debris

A single, make that a double, ill take three of them

and a beer to help the buzz hit

where did the day go? sun gone all moonlit

moonshine reminds me of a good night, what have I become?

Last orders at the bar, the bell is ringing

should go home, shouldn't have another one

but this addicts mind is all wired wrong

it helps stops the thoughts from stinging

Another day passed out, passed by, seen through the bottom of a bottle

don't mind, no reasons to be around

my mind is sinking, my brain is slowly drowned

can I take these beatings I'm serving myself? I'm near rock bottom

With eyes open, the room spins, closed I see you

no escape, this is not living

this is barely even existing

need to find peace, find it in me to feel new, can I pull through?

These words are days long past

from a time where all felt unworthy

felt so alone, so full of worry

before I gained strength to live at last

Thanks for reading,

Kyle.