that first hit

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It was a cold winter night. One friend came up with some stuff on him. Not the good kind. I said "what could go wrong?". 6 years later and everything went bad. I regret inhaling that smoke, letting it activate the shadows in my soul giving them "purpose" to constantly tell me I'm good for nothing. I regret allowing my self to dig deeper and deeper in addiction trying to 'fix' myself while sabotaging my youth. I regret not sticking to school, not following my dreams, facing them. I regret running to the same old drug for comfort while it sucked me of my aspirations. Most of all I regret not asking for help sooner and forfeit my stubbornness in order to get healthier.
"Darkness my old friend"

Created: May 04, 2017


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