Sometimes all that keeps me going,
Is the substance abuse.
Like the night sky to the moon,
I couldn't shine without it.
The sour liquid numbs the pain,
It makes me feel whole again.
Perhaps it's wrong to abuse it,
But what would I do without the use of it?
The detachment makes sense,
Better than the detachment that doesn't.
It numbs the depression for awhile,
I might even sneak in a real smile.
So judge me, go ahead,
It's better than self harm or death.
I'll enjoy the buzz,
It's all I can do to be whole,
Call me a fool,
But I don't do it to be cool.
Thank you dearest substance makers,
If you ever need a buyer I'm a taker.
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Cheers to the alcoholics. It's sad, but the pain is real.
• Jane •
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Behind The Pretty Smile
ŞiirA collection of poetry and quotes reflecting my inner emotions, conflictions, and desires. These are the deepest thoughts of my mind, and the darkest feelings of my heart, so read with caution. This collection of poems might just change the way you...
