Dangling my glass over the ledge, afraid it may slip.

Tempted to toss it to the ground myself, rather than tighten my grip.

I never wanted so much to be in control.

Content to free my mind and my burden, by just letting go.

But now that I seek that control over my life,

The addiction stabs at me like a knife.

And now I’m that glass dangling off the ledge.

Don’t let me shatter to pieces, safely let me balance on edge.

Written by Andrew