Wasted Years

As the end of another year gets near
It’s hard to not look back
In shame and frustration
At all the years I wasted
Getting wasted. Telling myself
I was having fun, when I was
Really self destructing.
Falling deeper into debt
And depression, paying for the
Poison that was killing me.
Well, yes I’ve been
A long time clean, but still it hurts.
Life doesn’t last long. There’s
Not enough time to waste.
I’ve got nothing
Against drinking and drugging, But when it’s the only thing
In your life. It’s time to take
Stock and re-prioritize.