For people like me, there's only so much we can take. There's only so much we can listen to. We find comfort in things others see as only medicinal. We use things that are made to help us, so we can slowly start taking ourselves apart. As kids we hates medicine and pills, but now it's the only way we can quiet the voices. We hated getting hurt and bleeding, but now it's the only reminder that we can feel something. Where some drink with friends, we drink alone as not to let anyone see into our tainted hearts. When the voices get too loud, we look to these things to find our self-made comfort, because sometimes being numb is the only way to get through today. Sometimes being drunk is the only way to look in the mirror and not watch you kill yourself over and over. Sometimes being high is the only way you can hear your own voice among the thousands. Sometimes bleeding is the only way we can see what's on the inside to see how truly broken we are. So we seek our self-made comfort to make it through another day.
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Emotions of the Emotionally Unstable
PoetryEvery one of these tell a story about me. Every one of these convey emotions I've had. This is nothing more than a collection of memories and a place to hide away my emotions.
