Relapse

wrong way

A habit of destruction

A habit of disgrace

A habit is a habit

Difficult to replace

***

The more I kick

The more it stays

But when I win

I see his face

***

There’s no need for alcohol

No drugs of any sort

It’s in no way rational

That he could still cause hurt

***

I’m the poster child

Of PTSD

Plagued with these flashbacks

Shrapnel in the heart

***

This is what addiction is

He’s the puppet master

And I’m the chump with strings

Can’t help but to relapse

*****

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