The Journey to loving Myself

Broken Bones

It's the inhale of a cigarette, the burn of liquor
It makes it all go away for only a short while and that's the kicker
You ingest these things to make yourself feel better
It's a quick fix, a temporary band-aid if you will
Like when your sad so you take that blue pill
Like when you have a cast for a broken bone
But see, your mind is like a bone, it won't heal on its own
A bone needs nourishment, care, rest, maybe even physical therapy to put it to the test
The burn of liquor, the taste of a cigarette, a little pill, will not heal you
It's not easy believe me I know it's true
Put down that bottle, put down those pills
Go on an adventure, pick up an old hobby, sleep that extra five minutes, enjoy life's thrills
Go to therapy, seek help, not from those pills not from the bottle
Find yourself, your purpose, become the next Aristotle
Pick your head up, and please hold it high
For those toxic habits they will pry
Be strong, for it won't be long one day, like a broken bone, you will heal with nourishment, care and rest and maybe even some therapy to put it to the test.