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Echoes of Relapse
It comes in the night, as you lay in your bed,
you think you are safe, then it creeps in your head.
It whispers in your ear to come out and play,
"You know that you want to, you've been thinking about it all day."
It holds me tight, promises it'll all be okay,
It'd have to be right? I watched 5 leave today.**
Now that the thought has been placed in my brain,
It's really appealing, I can feel in it in my veins.
I'm ready to go, like you already knew,
but hold up real quick, let's play the tape through:
I'm heading back to Kensington, with a guy I just met,
He swears that I'm safe, but I'd deserve what I get.
Now I made it back to the Ave., I'm back to the streets,
I'm walking around filthy, with nothing to eat.
I'm robbing and boosting to make all my cash,
"Hurry! grab it all! And I'm out in a flash."
But then comes a time, when boosting ain't enough...
"It's time to sell your soul... you got to be tough."
Now I feel used, lower than before,
then all of a sudden, I'm back to my door.
I turn around, and walk back to my bed,
because the reality is, if I use, I'll be dead.
I think about my family, broken and sad,
I actually think it might kill Mom and Dad.
So, I got to push through, I got to survive.
I got to get up each day, grateful to be alive.
It's going to be normal for me to have a bad day,
the only thing I can do is just stick and stay.
**During inpatient treatment; refers to 5 people AMA'ing that day
you think you are safe, then it creeps in your head.
It whispers in your ear to come out and play,
"You know that you want to, you've been thinking about it all day."
It holds me tight, promises it'll all be okay,
It'd have to be right? I watched 5 leave today.**
Now that the thought has been placed in my brain,
It's really appealing, I can feel in it in my veins.
I'm ready to go, like you already knew,
but hold up real quick, let's play the tape through:
I'm heading back to Kensington, with a guy I just met,
He swears that I'm safe, but I'd deserve what I get.
Now I made it back to the Ave., I'm back to the streets,
I'm walking around filthy, with nothing to eat.
I'm robbing and boosting to make all my cash,
"Hurry! grab it all! And I'm out in a flash."
But then comes a time, when boosting ain't enough...
"It's time to sell your soul... you got to be tough."
Now I feel used, lower than before,
then all of a sudden, I'm back to my door.
I turn around, and walk back to my bed,
because the reality is, if I use, I'll be dead.
I think about my family, broken and sad,
I actually think it might kill Mom and Dad.
So, I got to push through, I got to survive.
I got to get up each day, grateful to be alive.
It's going to be normal for me to have a bad day,
the only thing I can do is just stick and stay.
**During inpatient treatment; refers to 5 people AMA'ing that day
Published 20th Jan 2025
Author's Note
I've never written poetry before... but I wrote this while in treatment. It takes place while inpatient, In the middle of the night with my mind and thoughts just RACING...
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20th Jan 2025 4:01pm
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20th Jan 2025 9:23pm
Can't say my life's been like yours but I can relate.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/399789-there-are-no-bridges-to-disconnect/
One day you'll wake up to a new day, not the same old sh*t. Til then, exorcise your demons with ink. Nice spill.🌼
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/399789-there-are-no-bridges-to-disconnect/
One day you'll wake up to a new day, not the same old sh*t. Til then, exorcise your demons with ink. Nice spill.🌼
3rd Feb 2025 8:30pm
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