Idiot

This is the deluded confession of
An addict, in case you were curious.
Healing begins with remembering,
Apparently. Step 4:

Inventory your sins, document your crimes,
Relive each of those moments you fucked up
And wished you were dead, or worse.
And you dare think it could save you?

Oh, you're still here reading?
Well it's really none of your business;
Go choke down your own fucked up
Memories, and leave mine out of it.

Standing bare-ass naked on a snow bank
Watching the sun disappear behind the
Frozen clouds of my own breath,
The sting of frozen flesh... I said stay out of it.

A life utterly wasted, used up uselessly
On the most toxic of drugs: Hope.
And thinking a few nonsense words scribbled
On a scrap of paper could redeem anyone?