" The old me"

I lay exhausted on the bathroom floor;
Waiting on the "old me" To come
Walking through the door.

I know what makes me hurt and
I just don't want to work on making
it better;
Even though I know if I did it put the
"old me" back together.

I can't stand the pain I'm going through;
And somehow reaching for another pill
is all I know how to do.

The "old me" was this person I liked much
more;
But getting back to me doesn't seem like much
to hope for.

I called out her name if she called back
I didn't here;
Getting the "old me's" attention is my
addictions only fear.

My addiction controls weather or not
I get the "old me" back;
And that I'm afraid is the only way of
getting my life back on track.

Who I am now is someone I fear for;
Now if only I could get up the strength
to open up a new door.

Put the "old me" back in that place she
used to be;
Then for the first time in forever truly
be me.

C:April 20,2005
By: Nikiz_Heart

Some painful memories, Hurtful times in my life
but again they are all apart of my life. I'm fighting
this battle hard! And I'm doing better.writing
brings me to the top. Keeps me happy. And Family
and friends..Make my life worth living..A thank you
to them.