my head spins
my heart aches and
my breath stumbles
i am sick
of drinking
the poison
that is you
but i do not know
if i am ready
to live
sober
yet
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silk thin threads
PoetryExcerpt: i hold on, sweaty hands grasping- at a thousand different silk thin threads: reasons to stay. Trigger warning: includes references and abstract depictions of depression, anxiety , suicide, self harm and mental illness.
19.02.19
my head spins
my heart aches and
my breath stumbles
i am sick
of drinking
the poison
that is you
but i do not know
if i am ready
to live
sober
yet
