Hard Days Ahead
The winter is cold, as am I
My heart is frozen and I want to die
Thoughts racing, my options clear
Learn sobriety or waste another year
I miss the highs of my mind, and my H lows
I miss the rush, from my head to my toes
I miss the tingly nose and the prick in the arm
The money’s gone, but I’m not alarmed
I rely on my body, rely on my charm
Now starts the burning and the ache
If I survive the detox, my mind might just break
The days drag by; I don’t think I’ll last
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, my mind moves so fast
My few loved one are here, cheering me on
But, I can’t help but think that I’m already gone
Four days later I wake with a start
I can breathe, I can see, I can feel my heart
Days are still long, life feels so bleak
But I feel like myself, and it’s only been a week
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