Everywhere I look I see myself, every mistake I've ever made scribbled on the walls. The shrewd writing only reminds me of my shortcomings, no matter how hard I scrub the walls, the words are still there. These walls are my blank expression, my mind is a home I'm trapped in, no doors, no windows, just sorrow, pain, and sin. I struggle to find who I am, I lie to myself saying I've done the best that I can, although I am just a man, I am the only one I can blame when you desert me.
-I Have Fallen Once Again
-inspired by Mansion by NF
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Sobriety
PoetryA tale of self reflection, every time I feel the urge to drink I will add a new chapter, this is my way of battling my demons and becoming a better man.
