“Are you willing to be sponged out. Erased - cancelled. Made nothing?
Are you willing to be made nothing? Dipped into oblivion?
If not, you will never really change!” ~D.H. Lawrence~
Traveling into the depths of hell I see you there, with the needle hanging from your arm.
I wonder why you smile,
When all those around you
mourn.
Centered in self, but less than self.
You have made everything about you, and nothing about you.
Is this real.
If I scream loud enough, will I wake up.
Will you come back to me.
Will they all come back to me.
Every single one of them.
Come back.
To this world.
How did I not end up like all of the rest of them.
In a family full of addictions.
In a world full of pain.
In a heart that is broken.
How does one turn out sane?
I close my eyes.
I look away.
I run.
I breathe and I awken. Over and Over again, I scream:
WAKE UP!
to myself.
The only one who has ever listened.
Codependent -- Codependency
I could never fix you,
So I fixed me.
