Needle in the haystack: where are you now
Trying to escape the void, but I'm in too deep how
Will I ever find my way out it's too hard to think about
When will the shallows rise and my heart beat again

Moments like this, I think of what could have been
Deep in the liquid luck and bubbly happiness
Wondering if I could have made it or fall trying
It's been vacant, but I'm tired of stalling, waiting, reminiscing.

How have you been "oh, I've been lonely."
I've been like this since the beginning of my story
It wasn't too far ago. Does that make sense?
But I've only been this sober since
No Percocet has touched my lips. I'm trying.

A man once said...