If I could only say this to your face.

Iv popped too many pills.

Drowned my nose in too many winters.

Gardens grow in my lungs from those herbs Iv been smoking.

Those tissues did more then wipe some tears. 

You’ll be glad to know the needles missed their marks.

It’s a past thats made me the man I am today.

For all these struggles your the addiction that won’t go away.