Admitting I Was Powerless

I always thought that I could quit,
Could do it on my own.
I thought I had control of it,
That I could set the tone.

After trying several times,
I fin'ly faced my fears.
Admitted all my using crimes,
from twenty-five long years.

Most of all my younger years,
this damned addiction stole.
It really ran me through the gears.
It always had control.

Rock bottom came both fast and hard,
and once it fin'ly hit,
I saw how badly I'd been scarred.
I had to now admit...

That I could never beat this.
I was powerless, it's true.
No way I would defeat this.
There was nothing left to do.

My life was going nowhere.
Didn't take too much to see.
The management just wasn't there,
and wasn't soon to be.

I knew I had to take a stand,
so take a stand, I did.
I took the problem well at hand:
I sealed my bottle's lid.

I calmed my drugs' aggression
and their artificial fun.
I made a full confession.
I proclaimed A.A.'s step one.

So now instead of losing,
I believe that I'm now winning.
A better life I'm choosing.
I have found a good beginning.

It feels so good already,
just admitting what I know.
So, now to keep it steady,
I've eleven steps to go.