I gave up everything,
I fought so hard for.
I fought to be clean,
Now my bloods on the floor.
I was doing so good!
Six weeks physically clean.
I was doing my best,
Trying to get free.
I tried to stop,
I really did.
I even prayed,
To a God that doesn't exist.
I gave up everything,
I gave up my soul,
I gave up my life.
For what? To be clean?
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Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
