What do I do when the thing I am fighting is me?
It’s like I don’t have control of my actions.
Truly like someone else takes the wheel with every thought of reaching out to make a deal.
With every sharp word they say I want to scream I don’t have control.
The last thing I want is to use again.
I mean where do I go from here?
Heroin, oh my that would be bad.
If I did that I don’t think I would come back.
The pills are so tempting and even methadone but heroin would kill me and definitely take my soul.
Thank God, I haven’t seen it because if I did. I wouldn’t be here writing I would be somewhere dead.