It's a strange thing knowing that some of your friends will die
And wondering if maybe this time You'll cry
It almost becomes normal
Creating a disconnect in the mind where death exists informal
Each day could be anyone's last
Relapse happens so very fast
I try to reach out to as many as I can
To make sure they know I'm here in a jam
But some of them will die, the duality of man is such
Sometimes demons become too much
So everyday I pray to god, to give us all just one more day
Because in the end, it's all just his way
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The Lost Ones
PoetryThey say when you get sober to buy a suit. This is about my experience with death in recovery.
