Cellophane

I feel like cellophane

Sitting around ,

No cigarettes for me to surround

Waiting on the world to change.

I crave to have purpose

I don’t know if I deserve it..

So I sit here at 1 in the morning,

Trying to figure out how to word this..

Mental block is taking over.

I’m 22 days clean,

Yeah I said it, I gave in and

I wasn’t sober.

Cellophane is clutch

And so am I

But how do I decipher

The want to truly live

or the want to survive?

I wonder if it’s worth it,

Or if I don’t need to waste time

Cellophane, cellophane,

Where were you at?

I got a gram in my hand

And need a baggie, stat.

I just wanna depend,

I want a good friend.

Hell,

even a bad one,

Would make this game

Feel better til the end.