Every day.

Everyday I think about it.

It’s hard.

So hard.  Everyday.

I tell myself that I’m strong

But only a part of me really Believes it.

I’m falling And there’s nobody there to save me

Nobody there to pick up the pieces

Alone    I struggle    Helpless

Almost hopeless

Will I relapse?

What will happen if I do?

I want it so   Badly.

I thought that I was done with this

I thought that I was stronger than this.

I really don’t know anymore.