It Is All Broken

First, I laid down the bottle,

Of course I picked it up a few times

Cried over not having that numbing,

Then set it down again.

After that I set down my phone

Stopped waiting for the phone calls

Tired of the lies.

Sitting quietly in my room one night

I realized my life is cluttered

More than I had thought.

It is all broken

And right now

I cannot fix it.

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