My suicidal thoughts have long lain dormant,
my alcohol and drug addiction is leaving.
I've struggled through, knowing it's not right
for me to lay all my troubles on others.
I've gotten the help that I need,
made the decision to quit.
Maybe I'll have a hard time,
but when it's offered, I will say no.
No more drunkeness,
no more highs.
No more hangovers,
no more munchies.
I'm learning to live the life I want to
and to accept the world the way it is.
Heartbreak comes to everyone
no need to let loose in addictions.
I made this decision this morning,
as I bent over the sink in misery.
Tylenol not taking effect,
floors still crooked,
the world still hysterical.
That isn't the life that I want for myself,
that isn't the life that I love.
Being hungover and coming down is not fun at all.
Throwing up on the floor and seeing the world tip over isn't either.
Maybe this will get pulled;
before it does though, maybe my message will get across:
Alcohol makes you lose your sense.
Drugs make you lose your mind.
Neither is worth it, and it's easier to say no than to struggle through withdrawl once you're addicted.
Don't do it.
Don't make the mistake I made.
It's just not worth it.