16d • Writting from Emotion
I hope it's not too late
Sometimes when I close my eyes to rest
It's dark but I still see colors
then I think about the ones I've lost
And how I should've been a better brother
Now it's sad we started out so young
Growing up without a mother
Then they came to separate us
So we didn't have each other
Addiction took its place
It routed deep
And wasn't fair
I was only 8 years old when I was pulling out my hair
Now I've seen some things I can't unsee
So as a kid I didn't talk
Then they prescribed me up a bunch of pills
Till I could barely walk
Sticks and stones
Cuts with broken bones
But they could never get me to speak
And every time I'd start to cry
They'd yell and say I'm week
Never fitting in at school so
So I felt like such a freak
With words that cut me to the bone
Then that's when I would tweak
Violence then would lead the way
And Evil it will blind you
Praying God please come and help somehow
But He could didn't find the time
In a world designed for me to fail
I fell so far behind
Realizing I was stuck in Hell
There is no sense of time
The years just seem to melt away
And part of me was lost
A little bit is all I need
At such a heavy cost
I wish that when I closed my eyes
That I could disappear
Addiction is insanity
There goes another year
It's sad I had to lose so much
To finally see things clear
And I'm taking out my ear plugs now
So it's easier to hear
But here's my problem
You can have the answers
And still not do it right
Addiction is a war within
It's not an easy fight
And even though the sun is out
I barely see the light
I pray to shut the voices off so I can sleep at night
I'm trying hard to stay in my lane
And hold the wheel straight
I know I want a better life
I just hope it's not too late
©️ Stephen George 2023
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I hope it's not too late
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