Jail or treatment...
What should I choose?
After years of wasting away
by being wasted
How did I get here?
Each syringe took away seconds
Each drink took away minutes
Each bubble took away hours
And now, 3 years have gone by
I have nothing to show for it
But bruises, and trackmarks, and melted cartilage
But the abuse and abandonment and failure I've become
Actually...
I still have today
Yesterday is gone
(There's nothing I can do about it now)
Tomorrow is not mine
(But I have the ability to change it)
The only thing I have control over is today.
The only thing I can change is tomorrow.
Jail or treatment?
I don't know.
But I am turning myself in today,
because,
oddly enough,
it's the only way my life can get better.
Author notes
This is my current life dilemma.
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Comments
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I really, really liked this. It was so painful but without self-pity, so strong but without being emotionless and yet so sad but so hopeful at the end. A great write indeed. Thanks for sharing.
Love
~Noor
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