I drink from the endless pit
Of the perpetual depression
Made from tears of silence
Two spoons of regrets and
A cup of anger buried away
With a pinch of added despair
And a tablespoon of mistakes
It tastes like cigarette smoke
And burned ashes of dreams
I feel the liquid spreading within
Burning my lungs like a fire
Enveloping a forest claiming
Everything that stands in its way
I fall short of breaths and vision
Clouded by the smoke of past
To escape I need to stop drinking
but as everybody else I too am
Addicted to my chosen destruction
Don’t we all have a hidden addiction. Be it recognition, or self destruction.
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Indeed, we all do.
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I absolutely love this piece
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Reblogged this on Souldier Girl and commented:
Powerful truth
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This is deep. A lot of descriptiveness.
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Thanks 🙂
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Describes my deppression…I can definetly relate to a lot of what you describe.
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Somehow words seem to bring people together..
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😦
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I’m not sure it is so much being “addicted to” destruction, but you think in one way for so long that ever if you recognize another viewpoint is possible, you find it is easier to think as you always have than it is to think differently. Been there, done that. =P
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Hahaha I know what you’re saying xD it just feels easier that way, the sense of familiarity even if it’s destructive lol
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finding the words
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keep writing it out
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Absolutely!
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Sigh, we never ‘want’ the self-destruction yet we walk towards it but that’s how we learn what life is.
You wrote it beautifully. I really enjoyed the flow of words. It was like a rhythm.
Kind Regards,
-Naima
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Thanks 🙂 Life boils down to being a vicious cycle that you feel trapped in, wanting out while still not cutting off what hurts..
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Wow. Wow
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Thanks Donna 🙂
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Beautifully written, as always, but very sad as well. My love and peace to you my friend. Michelle
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Thanks Michelle, when there are too many words inside the mind you gotta spill a few out to keep your sanity intact 🙂
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I completely agree!! best to you love. Michelle
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Stop? Maybe not. Control, maybe?
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I hear you
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Absolutely love your expressions of what so many of us are experiencing. Thank you.
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Thank-you for the kind words 🙂
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bowing down my friend…you write so painfully beautiful stuff… m a fan cause i cant stop relating to your poems…
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oh my, you’re being too generous with your words ❤ and I seem to be inclined towards writing pained words, can't stop..
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writing pained words is the hardest thing…cause its honest writing…
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It is 🙂
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likin that,especially the measure,like a recipe.Well done.
Early to bed,early to rise is my recipe for a fresh start into a new day.
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That works if you could get yourself to sleep 🙂
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For me,reading is a wonderful sedative most of the time.
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That too, you go to wonderland peacefully 🙂
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