blue lines

The lines on this paper,
I chop up with my words.
Snorting my regrets,
Till my hand starts to hurt.

Like a constant trial
Where the jurys been hung.
I was sequstered with sobriety,
that was my drug.

Being lonely causes panic,depression,
Harm,
Wearing longsleeves in the summer,
Hiding my arms.

Turning lights off,
A candle to be lit,
Another spoon to the trash.
Im Not even fixed.

It doesnt have to be high- noon to draw.
SHOOT!
BANG!
Nodder.vomit and slobber.
Dog food for breakfast,
Bacon for daughter.

As i think of the memories
Of forgetting to get high,
Ill make new ones,
With sobriety in my life.

Ive lost enough family,and material possesions,
For a drug fuled rage,
Of manic obession.

A feeling of worthy
Acceptance of pain,
Highway to hell,
Rush hour in my veins.

My heart feels better,
My mind loses control,
Constantly using,thinking nobody knows.

Obvisouly they do,
Cause im reading this to myself.
Getting high,
with the lines on this
paper
Escaping my hell...