Poet 11586

Off the wagon

I told myself that I would never do it again,
After all the pain and grief it has put me through,
All the dark days and sleepless nights,
Causing me to doubt myself,
Making me question what is really important,
Feeling as if I had no control,
Surrendering my sense of self,
Questioning all along if it was worth it,
But as I have proven to myself time and time again my will is weak,
And once again I find myself at the mercy of something I swore to renounce,