Losing My Way
Aged sixteen when it all begins
a downward spiral I fell in
steady consumption on the fringe
to being consumed on the binge
overindulgent to a lost mind
need the endorphin buzz to unwind
my image morphing but I was blind
as the drink the drugs an I were bind
my memory now a hazy fuzz
years go by I still need the buzz
no reason I do it just because
I've killed the person I once was
a false scene shielded my demise
continued buying more supplies
without money on tick full of lies
unaware I'm under cloudy skies
ignorant to the way I've altered
fallen down completely thwarted
when sober feel aches and awkward
a chemical romance I've resorted
buy street drugs get repeat prescriptions
five hour high five day restriction
losing sight of my own depiction
tied in tight to these addictions
this is a man losing his way
on a trail from back in the day
when he didn't want to work just play
now he's an outcast set to stray.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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