Broken Record Sins...
This must be insanity!? I'm fully aware of the outcome or how the ending might turn out. How could I truly do it all over again repeating histories shameful paths eagerly took? I was in debt before almost had my head out the water. Now I've sunk so far deep below. Why must I do these things to myself? Do I hate me? Do I hate you? I've lost my strong-head possibly. Am I truly this weak? I've defeated so much MORE and overcame that. I can't do this on my own! I admit it! I need alot of strength & support. It's like everytime I start to pick myself up and dust myself off alittle. I gettin to walking abit and trip fall flat on my face. I want us both to agree! We are MORE valuable! We are destined for greatness! We want to live and not die! I don't know how you haven't seen probably cause it had you like me. This has really gotten me looking in the mirror daily to get reacquainted with who I've transformed into this day! I don't want this! I NEVER did! What made me listen to the devil's lies? Wisest advice given one is always TOO many & a thousand is NEVER enough! This will only destroy you it doesn't let up.
About this poem
I am writting about how I felt when I was living in active addiction with my partner. How crazy I felt. Knowing what we was doing was wrong, but didn't know how to stop at the time. Feeling like we are trapped in an addiction a lifestyle that was terrible. Made me sick to my stomach but wanting a way out. We was lost,hurting and needed Jesus to help us. We kept waking up each day doing the very thing we didn't want to do over and over again. It was insanity! It was madness! Feeling like a mouse stuck in a spinning wheel just keep going around and around not getting anywhere. more »
Written on May 01, 2018
Submitted by amandabuccat2619 on March 11, 2024
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