To love a substance more than life itself.
To never know myself on the inside.
Too much time has gone by.
Too little joy exists within.
To see beyond the blindness of my fears is hope.
Too many tears tell a dismal tale.
Too much of a good thing has taken me far, far away from my creator.
To realize that a good thing is only the opinion of my addiction.
To wait too long is to die.
To get on my knees immediately is to survive.
