I was healing
17 days clean...
Sleep
Evading me...
Squealing in delight
At the reemergence of me...
Drink think, think drink
I'm on the brink, gone in a blink...
A sudden urge
I'm on the verge...
Feeling disconnected
Like a fly on the wall...
Just another one of those days
Where I pretend to be okay...
I found life modelling
As an easy choice to make...
I’m going to jump into the lake
I’m going to smile on the way down...
Sometimes I feel hopeless,
it's so hard to focus with this diagnosis...
time
for a time out...
I have no ability to shake or ignore this feeling...
It eases into my veins, paranoia bubbling under my...