Stressed At Best

Exhausted by my ADHD;
Wishing to be free;
Cravings haunt me;
Glad I'm writing poetry;
Cause I can't trust anybody;
Fears of rejection are somewhat late;
They already passed when my friends began to hate;
The evil I let fester till burned by fate;
Trying to repair my soul but there's too much on my plate;
Off the narcotics but no one has given me a clean slate;
I only have one person other then my nan who celebrate;
And they're already got someone to love whom they dedicate;
Makes me churn till we can be together;
Outside of cuddling making me light as a feather;
Relapse after I left the hospital would be if she didn't put me together;
Human Humpty Dumpty always chasing something to fade away;
It's the wine and bourbon now she's helping throw away;
The thoughts I'm too stressed to express;
I find myself so stuck stressed at best;
Hopefully there's a way out if this mess;
Scared of a Relapse to send me on the spiral of excess;