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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