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Nov 2015 · 222
Addiction
Jenell Copeland Nov 2015
Coffee driven, stricken by the need of escape.
That rush, the essence of excitement. the hard relief.
But there is no escape.
No escaping reality.

Sometimes I just want to wake up from this dystopia
Jump up from this wonderful nightmare.
I need someone to come in and see me in distress,
I need that nudge back into reality.

Wake me up!
It’s too overpowering
I tightly close my eyes and hope I see the light back into the real world.
I don’t want to see this fantasy anymore...

I can’t finish this... the dilemma
Nov 2015 · 1.3k
Blood, Sweat and Tears
Jenell Copeland Nov 2015
As the sweat rolls down my temple, I could only think of the  mental... pictures of fire and rage.
But deep in the midst of it, is love and it’s daze.
The tears slowly caress down my cheek, I wonder why I’m so mentally weak.
My mental weakness keeps me from moving on from my hurt.
It’s like the pain and rage is normal comfortable day.
But it’s wrong, just all wrong.
This isn't how my life is supposed to be.
My life is supposed to be physically, mentally and emotionally free.
My blood, sweat and tears only show people that I have done some type of hard work. It doesn't show people that I am violent, dangerous and maybe just me.
Maybe this is my “ meant to be”.
But my blood, sweat and  tears is all you can see.

— The End —