Problems

I don't drink, wont, cant, not yet
I don't use
I still abuse
myself.

I have that gift to be tough on myself
some one has to be.

Hands still shake
The heart rate is usually in a race and that fucker hates to loose
so the pace is a pressure no one should keep
I have too
bagged down eyes

Thinking to much
only makes circles that you will get lost in,
cant solve everything alone
no stopping though

where is the peace

Just another piece
missing