Caged in by addiction

The feeling of being hurt by the insides of guilt. The strength to own up and change. The story of seeing the cross roads.

I feel the fire ... I feel the fire burning ....

It's been a moment. Collected my thoughts I bottled up , popped the cork. Need another just another I swear !

Swear to god its my last. I mean the last one wasn't it , but this is it. I swear ....

The fire is burning ... I feel. I feel the fire burning ...

This mental capacity I have for damage has spiralled , one day one thought one post one snap. Outraged caged in by these emotions.

I feel like I can't get out a single thought , the f**k is happening. The drugs are wearing off , my sanity ... It's floating ...

I feel the fire ... It's burning. I feel the fire ...

Look. I had it I lost. I lost it when I had it. Just to think I had it and now rock meets bottom with a six foot ditch ... My head on the ground blood splattered. Heart tearing my insides. Conscious is coming out

Tyler ! STOP !!!!!

But the fire is burning ... The fire is burning.

One pill not enough. One drink. Not enough. One night of sex. No not enough. I need the world the screams the blood their tears. What are you doing !? TYLER !!! STOP !!!

Gun cocked jaw hit the floor. Barrel loaded face in pain eyes watering. I'm sorry I must leave this world

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NO !!!!!!!!!! F**k !!!

F**k that I got to snap out bounce back hit another beat. Gain my vesting grounded by love of knowing I can't stop this disease. This disease has me in its grips. Neck strangled. Heart tangled. I'm trying to breath ...

But where do I go ?
Where do I need to be ?
Am I worthy ?
Can I change and fix this ?

Faces are now frowning. The clown is me looking in the mirror with a distorted reflection of my broken projection of my self. Me myself and I. Help ? What's that I got it I got it. Nope I don't. Don't got a dam f*****g thinks but a rock a glove and a empty bottle of sour love - F**K HELP ME GOD

GOD ARE YOU THERE !?

F**K

The world looks. I look. But no one hears these bottled emotions when the cork pops