The worst part of addiction is after you think it's finally done ruining your life because you've been clean for so long only to realize that being clean and being recovered don't always align. You may not be bleeding or smoking or drinking but the urge is still there. The need to hold the source of addiction is still there. The fear and shame from it still cling to you tight, leaving you unable to explain what's happening to someone else. Withdrawals are physical, something that makes sense. But once the withdrawals are over, how do you make someone understand something completely invisible? It's so incredibly isolating. Especially when all you want is for someone to hold you and tell you it'll be okay, but the only person you were brave enough to tell thinks you threw out the blade long ago when just last week you sat on the ground crying, holding the blade to your chest and unable to explain why you're so attached to something that used to cause such misery.
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6/25/2023
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The Knife
PoetryShort story poem thing, lol. Idk, 330 words. Literally. I checked. So just read it. If you don't like it... you wasted like 2 minutes. I did mention stabbing someone, so like... If you're into that it's there... *** Okay, so cuz I made this last yea...
