Where are you now?

April 23, 2016

You kept it real

You told no lies,

Sometimes the truth may come as a surprise

You told me I needed help

I didn’t believe you,

And now that the pain medicines gone

I'm starting to need you

You answered questions

I never asked,

You helped me understand my past

I thank you for being there for holding my hand

For keeping me sane,

And helping me stand

And now that you gone

I see that you were right

Because the addiction has became unbearable to fight

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