Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
grace Nov 2015
Everyone told me drugs were bad
and I should just stay away from them
because the thugs and the other people who do drugs
are addicts and scary and hopeless and numb
and addiction is something you can't outrun
so I swore to myself when I was young
that I'd never become one
my father chose alcohol to make himself big
he told me "they don't leave like your mother did"
it was so confusing as an eight year old kid
to hide everything out of instinct
because he gets so loud at me when he drinks
and I couldn't wait for when he passed out so he can't cuss
and that was every night of his weekends with us
put on a movie for your daughters and get drunk
it was something we accepted and didn't discuss
now I'm sixteen
and for less than a week
and I forgot to take my doses
and now the world is out of focus
I'm under some kind of hypnosis
I'm explosive, I'm psychosis
feeling little to no emotion
all because I forgot to notice
the bottle of Wellbutrin
so for days my head just spins
and I'm coming down from it
and withdrawals are *******
and in this haze I feel like the vicim
and it's all in my head so I can't cure the sickness
and this illusion of stability is so ******* twisted
because without these drugs I become so distant
it's the only thing in my life that stays consistent
and I realize that this is what they meant by "addiction."
draft from September 2015
grace Nov 2015
being close to you
reminds me of years before it started
I'd catching myself staring,
tugging my attention to something else
distracting myself from the way
you shift your weight
from one leg to the other
now you lay beside me
and pull me close you
the way you laugh
rocks me like the sea
grace Oct 2015
I'd accepted this loneliness by calling it independence
in pathetic attempts to paint my vices gold
while wading through this tar of a life
with lightless eyes and a stomach full of stones

I never thought to fathom the day
where the filth clouding my pools of vision
would settle and reveal clear lucidity
and open my eyes like finding religion

feeling the stones in my stomach turn into birds
I'm tearing out of and shedding this skin
being washed clean by the autumn rain and feeling
the weight of insecurity and bitterness change

I used to see only a pale, sickly grey
never knowing the privilege of off-white
then you come up to me with your still, wild waters
and reflect the whole ******* sky
grace Sep 2015
you can't have a broken heart
if you don't let anyone hold it long enough to let it fall
I hold on to my past
because it's the only thing that reminds me that I have substance
I'm so quiet all the time
because everyone around me just talks about themselves
and I don't have a self to talk about
so I just ask questions
I don't feel like anyone knows me
because I don't even know myself

who am I?
the answer could solve everything

but I'm a walking question mark
grace Sep 2015
my eyelids shut out the light
with every drape of darkness
that I blink over my eyes
every flutter burns a memory
into the back of my mind
the sun glowing red through your curtains
like a flashlight through skin
mornings of waking in your arms
you land like dust on my lips
the stumbling, drunken nights
where you spilled the glass of your heart
and I cupped my caloussed hands
just to catch a few drops
you used to know when I was scared
and you used to hold me closer
I can't find a way to turn time back
when you could love me sober
grace Sep 2015
don't be mad
don't be mad
you knew this was coming
you knew this would happen
stop crying
stop shaking
you could tell from the start
you knew from the beginning
inhale
exhale
you called it
you told me so
don't be mad
don't be mad*
you see her name
you shatter in her hands
she said don't be mad and I told myself don't be mad and I don't know if I am mad...I just know that I could tell this was coming and ignored it hoping you would surprise me and change my mind about happiness.
grace Sep 2015
whatever's left of my sanity
sifts through my limp and parted fingers
desperate for zero-gravity
willing dissipation to reverse
I can't hear over the static in my head
I can't shake the definition of death
dissociation became my only familiar
nothing else seems as consistent
than this cycle of numbness
and emotional vacancy
I'm sorry for the impatience
I'm sorry for the inpatients
I'm sorry for being so aimless
I'm sorry for the potential wasted
I wish time would just play backward
Next page