I am done...
away with the bottles,
away with the drugs !
I am trading in my escapes
for salvation.
I've said goodbye
to the walls,
that held the smoke,
that took me places
I couldn't even imagine.
I gave my farewells
to my abuser,
the forced sadness
and pent up tears,
a growing warmth
that i refused to embrace,
trickling down my face...
This isn't a sad time.
I'm trading in my escapes
for my one and only salvation.
I've smashed my bottles
I will drink no more...
tearing me up inside
I am no different than him,
my father,
I deserve to die !
for I have traded my self respect,
for an empty soul
and an empty bottle...
I've said my goodbyes
now I must go...
To trade my ways
for new respect,
new peace of mind,
a soul worth having
and my only true
escape.
