Sober, Happy, Healthy, and Selfish
Addiction doesn't have to win.
Looking back, thinking of the person that the drugs had created. I find the only word coming to my mind "selfish". Drugs strip away every moral you thought you had for yourself. They overpower all the good you convince yourself that you still have. The love that you feel and crave from the feeling the drugs gives you, it is stronger than any love you could feel from any person. They've taken control of who you are and they're the only thing that matters now. You're swimming in the same circle day after day until you find the strength to break away from the undertow. Break away from the drug that will continue to call your name. You now become selfish in a different way, you will not allow yourself to enter that circle again, once you've learned how it feels to come up from the sinking ship you use to live on, you'll never jump back on board.
Sober, Happy, Healthy, and Selfish
Three Months and Forever
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I won't ever allow him to the know the truth. Letting him in any further would only do damage to myself. He already has found my weaknesses. I see him staring into my eyes, likes he's looking through a glass window. There isn't much left to the person I thought I use to be. I'm just a blank canvas raw, empty, waiting to be created. I am slowly finding myself, defining myself by the shadow of him. I feel the heat on me now. Is there any excitement left in me, how can I break free of his stare, he's waiting on me to let go, to make a move. But I don't, the only thing he sees now is a reflection of himself. He tore me and rebuilt me into someone that he doesn't even like. There's no hope for us now.
By Katie Marson6 years ago in Poets
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