What a shock it is
to finally feel,
after what seems like years,
of hiding these tears.
Alcohol, nicotine, and THC
blind me to what I need to see.
I am hurting, I am wounded.
My thoughts are not fluid.
It simply used to be
if I just stayed busy
the thoughts would go.
But little did I know...
They stayed where they were,
and they festered and grew,
until it seems there's no cure
to the pain that I knew.
But now I have run
out of things to do.
Though it won't be fun,
this pain, I must undo.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
What a shock it is
to finally feel,
after what seems like years,
of hiding these tears.
Alcohol, nicotine, and THC
blind me to what I need to see.
I am hurting, I am wounded.
My thoughts are not fluid.
It simply used to be
if I just stayed busy
the thoughts would go.
But little did I know...
They stayed where they were,
and they festered and grew,
until it seems there's no cure
to the pain that I knew.
But now I have run
out of things to do.
Though it won't be fun,
this pain, I must undo.
