realization

thoughts of my recovery

i swear to god

im getting better

the smoke that used to leave my lips, 

is now replaced with a trying smile

i cry more,

but only from realization of my self destruction

cravings that i have now are only the urge to get better

those white and blue pills were flushed and swam down the sewer

my rolled up dollar bills were used to buy gum

the room has been rampaged

all items of negativity were thrown into a plastic bag

the garbage truck picked them up and i watched,

as my tools of destruction rode down the street

i felt as if i should start running after it

like as if a loved one was running away from me

but, 

i swear to god

im getting better

Reviews

[Zoya]

A really optimistic poem! The use of simple words makes it easier for the reader to understand your feelings. Hope you get better soon!

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

What is getting better? Sometimes it takes destruction to get there, sometimes hurt and pain to achieve high potency of success, and there you are recording the things that pushed you through the wire, you couldn't fit but you made it through. Where are you going from here?

Drift & Pulse xx

[Jamestown]

Expressed very well:)
I'm so happy that your getting better,
addiction is a b***h!
Keep up the good work and thanks for sharing
b-blessed!

[WittyWonka]

Real and positive. Anything can be overcome. I really like this!