uneasy pills..
as I lay alone, sometimes shaking, rocking, in my own little world… drawing the blanket closer, hiding away from the world…… i feel.. so.. very.. alone.
sometimes, i step outside that blanket-world i built, seeking a hand, a single word, a simple smile…. i.. get.. nothing…
and that blanket returns…
there are only small things in this world that matter.
i am not one of them.
you are.
think about it.
10 months.
15 years.
a life time.
recovery isn’t.
understanding is.
don’t be afraid to lend a hand.
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