There was pain,
And it would come.
And I would run.
I would run to a bottle
And hope there was enough
To make it stop,
To maybe, make me stop.
I ran into arms,
I hoped I could give it away.
Thinking maybe if I mixed it
With pleasure it would go down easier.
But I loved too many people
To take the permanent fix.
I loved them more than my vices would allow.
I chose them
I chose me
So there is pain now.
It comes.
And I feel.
And somehow, I am still okay.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 6:11 AM UTC
There was pain,
And it would come.
And I would run.
I would run to a bottle
And hope there was enough
To make it stop,
To maybe, make me stop.
I ran into arms,
I hoped I could give it away.
Thinking maybe if I mixed it
With pleasure it would go down easier.
But I loved too many people
To take the permanent fix.
I loved them more than my vices would allow.
I chose them
I chose me
So there is pain now.
It comes.
And I feel.
And somehow, I am still okay.