17 DaysA Poem by Chase
It took me 17 days to stop.
17 days to stop all the pill popping, cocaine snorting chain smoking over-drinking oh-so-damn depressing drug abuse. I had been like this for three years? Maybe more. Everything was good, until I hit rock bottom. More drinking More pills More cocaine More humiliation More denial More suicidal thoughts More suicidal tendencies More suicidal actions. 17 days of hell 17 days of torture 17 days of misery 17 days means 365 (and more) days of freedom.
© 2015 ChaseAuthor's Note
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Added on March 14, 2015 Last Updated on March 14, 2015 Author |