The disease of isolation
Self-pity and self-harm
Anger and resentment
Selfish lies and selfish wants
It’s baffling
So obscure
Cunning and hard
It’s your own personal Satan pounding at your door
It’s the first place you run when you want to hide
And the last place that gets you where you want to go
It gives you everything you want
But nothing that you need
It never ends the way you thought
You’re finished before you start
It’s the ups and downs and runarounds
You’re lost and then you’re found
Your best thinking on your best day leads to faceplant in the ground
They say that you can beat it
You can do it on your own
You don’t need to quit
Just learn to slow your roll
But you know you much better
A thousand is never enough
That first drink is a prelude to blackouts, shots, and cuffs
Your life has become unmanageable
There’s nowhere left to hide your shame
But that first step takes more courage than any battle you ever slayed
This ain’t lip service
It ain’t wordplay
It’s not a quick walk in the park
Admitting you are powerless means you know not who you are
You know not what you need
You don’t know the first thing about living a life that sets you free
If the first step ain’t the hardest
Then you ain’t doing it right
Best to let it simmer
Than to blaze it up
And blow out the light
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