I've lost myself, it's clear as day. Lost in this hell, lost in a daze. I've lost myself, plain and simple. I have no true friends, only people with similar habits, how coincidental. I've lost myself, I'm not sure who I've become. Sometimes I feel my only way to create any change lies within a bullet and a gun. I've lost myself, traded my soul for a few drugs along with a syringe. Either filled with ice or heroin. Ibe lost myself, I'm not quite sure how or if I'll ever be found. Alone I roam in this empty desolate town. I've lost myself, it happend the day she walked away. Left me to my own devices and left me a stray. I've lost myself because she was my home. I can't even get her to pick up the phone. I've lost myself, but if and when she ever decided to come back to me, i then and only then may accept there is a god worthy enough to believe. I've lost myself, but if she would just look around and find me, then I would rather put a bullet in my head before I throw away my sobriety. I've lied to you and myself, I thought I was done with your love, but in all truth, it's the most addicting drug. And the D.T's are killing me slowly.
©sundance96
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