My mind needs to stop.

My reality needs some sort of change.

Screaming on the inside,

Silence on the outside.

With the devil on my shoulder telling me, he misses the old me,

But that can't be an option.

Not with the progress I've made already

Yet every time I get closer it's there, scratching at the surface.

Consuming my every thought.

It's overwhelming my recovery,

Yet regardless of the fact that I have to keep moving forward.

My mind keeps screaming..

Cut a little deeper, bleed a bit more.

Grab a bag n shoot that shit up.

"Just come out & play, it's only for the day"

I hate this monster I've created

But I can't stop now,

There is no turning back.

Not to that life..

Ever