The Recovery Bleeds
written by: Rob Clark
@oldschoolrob197
Say what you will
We both know
Things won’t change
Pop another pill
Blame it on the pain
But
at the end
of the day
Real
recognize
Real
and
Game
peeps
Game
I’ve been
down
that road
And
I know
It’s a
long road home
I remember
when it was…
A little drink
A little weed
A little pill
to fill that need
A rolled up bill
A little speed
The little things
That made
the middle bleed
And break
the Will in me
The little thing
killing me…
No matter
How many pills
I swallowed
Or spills
from the bottle
The pain
would remain
still tomorrow
I would never fill
that hollow
Until I sought roads
That would lead
to returning me home
I had to relearn
Being complete,
alone…
I am a musician, a poet, a comedian, and an aesthetic engineer. I am nobody and nobody is me.
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