- Drugs
I wrote this about my first year in recovery. I hope that everyone that reads it will be touched by it somehow.
“After All I Am an Addict”
We were introduced 24 hours ago,
And I already hate you; you promised everything would be better
That I would no longer feel sick or be in pain, you’re such a liar
You said that we would be the greatest of friends
Who are all these happy people with open arms and love in their eyes?
Why do they want to hug me, what do they want?
“Keep coming back,” they say.
What does that mean?
What do they have that I need?
After all, I am an addict.
It’s been thirty days now; I’ve kept coming back
My eyes are no longer red with anger or resentment
Is this what you promised, is this all? I want more
After all, I am an addict.
It’s been sixty days now, and I am sharing my stories
I am becoming one of those people with open arms
What did you do to me? I am but a shadow of my former self.
I look in the mirror and see my reflection,
And I can see the demon lurking in my reflection
After all, I am an addict.
It’s been ninety days now; and I see your newest friends
You know the ones that you lied to just like me
I see the fear and hatred in their eyes too
Can I trust them yet?
After all, I am an addict.
It’s been six months now, and I am sitting in the front of the room
How did this happen?
I have the attention of everyone here tonight
Is this another one of your tricks? Where did you go?
Are we still going to be the greatest of friends?
After all, I am an addict.
It’s been nine months now, and I am no longer angry with you
I look forward to seeing you everyday
I go to sleep thinking of you
I wake every morning and you are the first thing on my mind
I can’t get enough
After all, I am an addict.
It’s been a year now since we first met
I can’t imagine a day without you
You are the first one that has ever made a promise to me
And kept it, asking nothing in return
You told me things like,
“One Day at a Time,” and, “Just For Today”
We are the greatest of friends
And I cannot imagine a day without you
I would have died without you
“Just reach out,” is all you said, “Just reach out”
I love you my best friend, Recovery
After all, I am a recovering addict.