rehab poem

another blank page, more empty halls

i cry out, but no one hears my calls

corruption once took over

but now im dying to get sober

my shoes are on, im ready to run

no one will rob me of my own fun

but let truth be told, whos really in charge?

the disease is looming, its always at large

i cannot allow anymore to be taken

im much too afraid of being forsaken

honestly, i see that i need support

so that i can leave behind this life of remorse

God, wont you please

provide the strength that i need

potential boils within my soul

my faith and my hope are what i must hold

its time for me to do my best:

succeed above all the rest

i am not average, nor am i poor

for i am the one who will open new doors

but a little piece of plastic is all it really takes

to add on to the madness of the mess i always make

i cannot decide which path to try

should i press on? or do i end it in suicide?

this is the confusion muddled in my head

although sometimes itd be easier to just be dead

so maybe put the target square between my eyes

and pull the trigger to make this pain subside

send me to heaven, to hell, wherever

and when they ask if i was happy

the answer will be never.