Rumors of My Wellness

I'm running out of things to quit

Rumors of my wellness

Sadly are exaggerated

For the last three months

I put the bottle down

Because I thought

that once I ditched booze,

I'd feel like new

But all I found was

Same downward spirals

Shame, regrets, and fits

No matter how many steps I take

I'll always be this

I'm running out of things to quit

Rumors of my wellness

Sadly are exaggerated

Even when I detoxify

It still feels like

I'm picking poison

Sad to say

Encouragement

Soon became

so mundane

Once I had to keep

On doing it

Regain consciousness

Through aches revisited

Crooked, broken frames

That I can't change

That I have to live with

As the mountains

Start to plateau

Feels like maintenance

And not a milestone

Sorry that I sound annoyed

I know it's not the point

But someone tell me when

Some joy kicks in

I'm running out of things to quit

Rumors of my wellness

Sadly are exaggerated

Even when I detoxify

It still feels like

I'm picking poison

I'm running out of things to quit

Self-improvement is so damn overrated

Even when I detoxify

It still feels like I'm picking poison

Still feels like I'm picking poison