Getting Clean...
I slipped up again...and I thought I was clean It's not an addiction, it's just a dirty habit It keeps me holding on night after night Because if you give up, you get what you get So I use it to feel, but I swear I'm clean... It's not an addiction, it's just something I do I love to go numb because it's better than the sting I like to pretend everything's not crumbling around me And I tell myself to hold on to see what else life can bring Then I think to myself "what's the point in being clean?" It's the feeling that I don't want to be here anymore But all I really want is to be here Maybe I can take it if I bite down hard Gnashing my teeth sort of takes the pain away But then it comes back when I relax my jaw Now my nails are scratching the board and holding on for dear life And I just realized this poem doesn't have any form But I guess it doesn't matter because no one will read it anyway It...