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The Fear of Being #alone
#AFeelingThatsHardToExplain
#MightyPoets #Addiction #Recovery
Whilst I sat within a room which smelt putrid,
I can still envision once in awhile when I'm lucid,
I sometimes still feel these butterflies within,
Then I recall it was the needle that I had let in,
I grip with my palm & watch as it pierces my flesh,
After I push down with my thumb,
Upon seconds I feel numb,
This bliss oh my lord this bliss,
As if cupid directed me a kiss,
The ritual of piercing my skin with this tool,
The drug had become master,
I knew which eventually could only end in disaster,
Waking up once again in a hospital bed,
Wondering "where are all my friends"?,
Nowadays most of which have become statistics,
Now alas time has come and passed,
I was playing Russian roulette with a loaded needle instead of a gun,
It's a wondorous relief to know I've won,
Everyday I still struggle to get past the next day,
But the fear of being alone has gone away
