I

I

I got open roads and all this space

I got exactly what I wanted but I hate this place

I found myself here in unchangeable situations

I found myself here with alcoholic obligations

I see most of my problems come from weed and alcohol

I see it’s my personal deadly tonic through which I’m bound to fall

I have all of this in my head but it continues to occur

I have now found out my past will always be a blur

I can start over and change starting today

I can only try and hope that the change will stay

I want to stop loosing and I want some self-control

I want to stop giving in because I’m paying the toll

I feel I gave nothing to anyone in my whole life’s time

I feel depressed and lonely except when I write my rhyme

I push this pen to this paper so I know how I feel

I push myself to read it so I know the pain was real