Penney for your thoughts

At what moment do we realize that we weren't all given the same opportunity's and we either accept it and move on, or dwindle in all the damage we've caused  i prefer to acknowledge all that I've done and claim it as mine, i was taught right from wrong but chose to follow the path that was dark and was warned, what to expect, but i chose not to see what was right in front of me.  Nothing glamours or cool about pricking you're skin with a diabetic needle, and learning how to lie so perfectly, that even you believed you're own words. There was a time that i was in love, her name sounded so exotic Mexican Morena, i liked the sound of it as  it rolled off my tongue, the thought of her and her name sends goose bumps down my spine. I loved her so dearly and gave her all that i had, odd thing is she wasn't true to me, and was having relationships with many other boys as well as girls, taking all that we gave and only giving what she made, what at the time was all we wanted a false sense of love, a temporary home, a reprieve from the not so perfect life we came from and a magic power that allowed us all to forget and deny, what some kept hidden, i guess if you don't remember or can deny it ever happened then it never did. All while falling victim to her and the love she never gave. I never saw it coming, but saw the damage it did, i just looked beyond and said to myself it would never happen to me, well after time it did slowly at first i was able to hide and deny anything and everything about her till it was to late, then waking up to a whole new world one that was undeniably not what i was led to believe and not what i signed up for in the end it all turns out the same the rich become poorer, the looks that one had begin to fade, the ethics that were taught become a faded memory, and the pride you once had seems to have never existed at all. A Penney for your thoughts...

In the end we can either become part of the solution or dwindle in the problem, i choose to be part of the solution, i live my life with torn memories from a past full of wreckage and undeniable facts and places many i don't even remember. One day at a time works for me, grateful is my word for today, i'm grateful i woke up, in my own bed, and not in a cell. Penney for your thoughts, as if only you'd hear only what you wanted and saw all that you dreamed, these words are the daily thoughts of a recovering addict.
My name is Bobby Rio and i'm a survivor !