I crave the peace I was once given.

Feeling light as a feather in the wind.

The freedom to think without worry,

Breathe without catching my breath.

I crave the peace I was once given.

So deeply so that I must confess,

I’d do anything for it.

I have done anything for it.

I’ve done so much that

the smoke still fills my lungs,

The pills still burn my nostrils,

And my breathe still gives hints of alcohol.

The pain of all of done

Sits with me everyday.

I put on the mask of contentment,

Trying to hide the suffering, the mistakes.