a life in words

clean?

and even when the number staring back at me is 1 0 0,

dark nights consume me again,

anxiety,

a pit that keeps me trapped,

I feel like I'm burning in the fire I started,

and no one cares to give me a sip of water,

or alcohol for fucks sake,

I will only make this fire bigger,

until it consumes everyone,

all the people I love,

and those I thought loved me,

don't get too close to a forest fire at full blaze.