Addiction and personal therapy

I swear to God, I'm trying to stop. It's just so comfortable to disappoint myself as I have been doing lately. One more crash into the ground wouldn't do me much harm when all I know are bruises and bleeding scabs.

I'm another person now, one you wouldn't recognize. You'd see me and not give me a second look yet a memory would cross your mind and you'll think you've seen me somewhere before, maybe in another time, maybe in another life, maybe being another person.

Maybe I never was the person that you thought I was.