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Jun 2016
Stress comes out
Anger screams
Over whelmed
Can't seem to see
But I have a solution!
My alcohol dreams
Taste so bitter
Yet bittersweet
People forbidding
I'm just not listening

Anxiety creeps in
Claustrophobic, it feels
Anxious but quiet
Can't seem to breath
But I light this match
And burn this hash
Eyes roll back
Inhale the smoke
And make me well again
Until I wake the next rain

Urging voice
Inside my head
I lick my lips
And shake my leg
Bite my cheeks
Stumble words
Finally the deadly stick
Lay upon my *******
And then it no longer hurts

One day I'll have to learn
That self-medicating
Won't seem to work
And I do understand
I completely understand
But today is not the day
That I'll be kind to my own self
And say no
To the things that hurt me most
Joelyn Hope Miele
Written by
Joelyn Hope Miele  Las Vegas, Nevada
(Las Vegas, Nevada)   
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