I should wash this shit down the drain. But it’s easier to prolong my pain. I know going through withdrawal will  kill me.

It seems easier just to go on, oblivion  until dawn. Repeat to fade. Knowing in the end what will be will be. But somewhere deep inside there’s still little bit of the pride I once had for myself. A tiny glint of light that reminds me of the man I used to be. 

When my brain was clean and free.