(SOBER) Son of a Bitch, Everything's Real

I walk in,
feeling dead on
the inside.

I sit down,
they ask for
my story.

I’m not special,
just couldn’t control
the drugs.

I had crossed
the invisible line
of addiction.

And ended up,
in he most
terrifying place.

Rehab has anxiety
written all over
the name.

Will the people
surrounding you end
up dying?

It’s happened before.
Which terrifies me
more everyday.

They pass away,
drug related death
is marked all over
their obituary.

Three out of
ten make it.
The rest of them
can’t survive.

They can’t survive
without the numbing
affects that drugs give
to them.

So you better
stay away and
not get too close to
those there.

You never know
what will happen.
Will they fuck you
over again?

Or just end
up passing out
and ultimately deciding fate
by themselves?

There’s never any
certainty when it comes
to addicts.

You get attached
too easily and
end up hurt just
as quick.

Emotions are awful
things to feel
when you haven’t felt
anything in months.

Your highs are
mediocre compared to
how high the drugs
made you feel.

The lows are
so low that
you question your ability
to be happy.

You fear getting
close to anybody
because you know there’s
just heartbreak coming.

It’s been forty five
days with out
the drugs.

Without the things that
kept me happy
for so long.

Without the things that
almost took my
entire life away.

(SOBER) Son of a Bitch, Everything's Real

laureno9100

Ogden, United States

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Artist's Description

This is about what sobriety feels like when you’re trying to get away from the addiction.

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