I feel the filthy hands of my past self gripping hold of me so tightly I choke and gasp for air but can never get a full breath.
I feel the pain all day, the pain and the burden of all the weight upon my shoulders, all the weight, all.
Mine, mine, mine.
Wanting to spiral down out of control holding on to the crutches of the past romanticizing the effects of substances with no real substance at all.
To feed on the empty nourishment of false hope and promises they offer for fleeting moments.
Time, time, time.
Tick tick tick it goes away and gone again one more day is behind me one more dissapointment in the past one more morning I don't have to dread.
Everyday I try to pry myself away from the cold knarled fingrtips of the girl I used to be.
Free, free, free.
