The Downward Fall...

Been sober for almost a day
Already, I'm fading away

I itch from my teeth to my toes
I'm easily addicted I know

Here is me, here is myself
But here with me, noone else

The pills are all calling my name
But for now I think I'd like to stay sane

I've been talking to myself in my sleep
Telling myself I've been awake for a week

My hands have turned shakey and pale
For all I know, this could be hell

I cannot see, I cannot breath
But know that brings some relief

Because lately it's harder to tell
If I'm falling, or if I have fell

This is my downward fall...
...I hope spring is better...