Then and now
I have my good days, and my bad. But lately, most days, I just feel done. I don’t feel empty anymore, I just feel like I’ve done what I was supposed to do. I never quit using drugs, I just shifted my addictions. And in this part of my life, my drug is you. I take a hit, and I lose sight of what kills me. But when I come down, I start to see that it’s you. Draining what’s left of any hope I ever had of being who I wanted to be. Or maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m the nightmare, and you’re begging to wake up. I don’t know anymore. But I do know I’m losing the desire to fight it. To fight anything. I can’t say that I give up, because being let go of is much easier for the me that I am today. You used to be the part of my life that I wished on everyone else. Now, it seems as though you’re just another chapter, and it’s probably time to turn the page, and read on.