Sobriety.


Sometimes I hate being sober
I miss the old me
There was something fulfilling
To feeling so empty

Time was frozen
Only thing that matter was me
Blissfully happy
Even though it was slowly killing me

Credit: Estaro Whitehorse.

Wild nights
Staying up till the sun comes
Always with random people
Somewhere I lost “me”

Things were exciting
Felt new, yet old in same way
Didn’t care what was happening next
Just take the pain away


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