Why is relapsing so hard?
All the progress I've made has disappeared
And in it's place is how I used to be.
I'm afraid to go back to that dark place,
I almost lost my life last time I neared.
I haven't had time to heal -
Going back is a guarantee of my death,
But I can't resist going back.
I'm not there of my own choice.
Ive been taken there, dragged there,
And I don't have the energy to escape.
The flood waters are beginning to enter this place,
And I'm too weary to free myself
From the ropes I've been restrained in
So instead I let the flood waters surround me.
I let them fill the space around me.
I do nothing as they rise, steadily,
I see the waters approach my nose and -
I welcome the promise of death like an old friend.
I feel it's destructive kiss like an ex-lover,
Bitter and familiar and hurtful,
And it fills me with longing
Longing for something im unaware of.
Surely I would try to escape otherwise, but-
But I find comfort in the familiarity,
The waters are beginning to drown me,
But the familiar burn of my nostrils,
The familiar revolt of my throat,
Even if it's the most dangerous place to be.
Even if I had the energy to escape
Not because I want to hurt,
But because the familiar pain is a better place to be
Than the place where I'm still tied up,
But masquerading as "free."
I'm not mad that I'm here
Because even if I wasn't,
I'd still be just as unsafe.
Where I at least know the danger I face.