John the Builder
My Pain I Always Believed To Be Self-Chosen
My pain I always believed to be self chosen;
Swimming in a sea of depressive misery.
Addictions start creeping up on me eventually devouring myself and
Destroying everything to any one so close to me.
Do I give up my pride and take the casted line that was shown to me,
Of help and guidance?
Or do I drown in this destructive eternity?
Nervously I swam towards the hand of hope.
This was not easy for me and my family.
Today I still endure mentalities,
But I’ve got sobriety now – and regained my loving family.