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Emma B Dec 2017
Hope is my drug
It draws me near
The hope of love turns me a fool
The more I believe,
The better I feel
But, like a drug, it kills me slowly
And as I come down
And back to the adhorrent reality
I remember I’m just me
And I fall for this corrupt affair
Because hope is like a drug
And I’m addicted
Emma B Dec 2017
I’m living precariously through an influenced mind.
It controls my whole being.
One minute I’m in love with God’s blessings,
But the next, oh the next,
I’m begging him to take me away.

Take me away from from the inevitable darkness that constantly waits for me.
Take me away from my own mind that haunts me.
Take me away from the burn because drinking is the only way I know how to quiet my thoughts.
Take me away from the pain that comes with being a bipolar mess.

— The End —