In my head…. (Addicts poem)

​Someone said to me ‘I knew you will pull through’
I know they didn’t wanted to hold my hand, or say I had a problem, 
By all means, they weren’t available to offer me help
After all’s I put myself in this position, as I conjured up a desperate yelp. 

I was fucked
i was angry as my Dad had passed, 
Yes we all face these types of situations, but the communication was one that I didn’t want to last. 

I heard people  say ‘perhaps’ and ‘maybe’, I thought ‘fuck off’ you don’t know what you are are talking about 
I wanted to knock them out with my harden fist, 
But what would that achieve? Nothing, I was ready to go back on the piss.

You see, words are powerful
And words are essence when sensitivity is relayed, 
But during this ever lasting journey. It’s only God who remains. 

“Spoken as a recovering addict”
Jason
1st June 2026