Sober Isn't Over

I'm sitting here on the brown carpet that grounds my apartment floor
Half of me is leaning forward, wanting to just give in
This damn bed is supporting the weight of the other half of me

Whatever is me
Whatever is left of me
What ever was 
What ever will become of me

I worry I will never know this me

I once was afraid of what I had become;
All tied up & strung out

I now am afraid I will never know myself,
Or what life can really be about..

I traded in;
Needles out
Replaced with not knowing who or what I am about..

Figure That Out