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Mandie May 2019
I have become an expert at forcing a smile and going on about my day.
I have become so good at it that sometimes I even fool myself. However, there are  days though that it all becomes too much and  my smile loses its glimmer.
Days when the world feels like it keeps revolving but I am stuck in this misery that I just cant get out of.
It feels like it is a carousel that keeps spinning faster and faster each time that I try to step off of it.
Everything hurts and I just  cant imagine having to pretend smile for one  more day.

The pain echos in every muscle and bone in my body.
I can feel it bouncing around like a pin ball.
I'm not able to just wish it away anymore. I have to feel it. I have to let it burn and tear until it becomes just a numbness, but getting to that point is horrendous.

I have to admit it all, reeling in every single emotion that has been suppressed in a fire in my stomach.
It is like allowing the ***** to come creeping up, knowing that you could choke and die on it.
I tried to drown it with alcohol. I tried to cover it up under the sheets of people that I was using just to fill a void. I tried to cut it out of my body, the same way that a hunter fields their ****.

None of the ways that I tried to avoid feeling ever worked.
Now I sit and try to figure out how to just feel everything all at once so that I can just get it over with.  Nothing that I have done has been enough to get it all out. I have had to sit in it. I have had to wallow in the pain in order to move forward. I have cussed and cried and prayed and begged but it has never been enough.

Knowing what I have to do is hard for me to comprehend, to purposefully make myself sit and suffer through. I am sure this is what withdraw feels like to a crack addict. Knowing that there is a rainbow at the other end but first you have to go through hell.
kat victoria Apr 2019
i’m over the withdrawals
i fought through the pain
and even though the high is gone
i still think about you everyday
Iska Apr 2019
I feel so foggy
Limbs feel heavy
Thoughts feel thick
Eyelids stick
I don’t feel sick
So it must be ok..
No matter the way
Self medicate
To placate
This morbid mirror
This demonic fear
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2019
You are my fatal addiction
Pulling me with lies
Every scorched moment ecstasy
I am captured by your piercing eyes

By those breathtaking blues
I sigh with a shake of my head
Wondering in my confused state
How did I get back here AGAIN?

For me the cycle never ends
Each time I dare to believe it will
I run back to the exact same thing
Which in the first place made me ill

I am fiending for your affection
Hungry for your supple lips
Craving thoughts stashed inside your head
Caught in your lethal grip
He really is my worst addiction
Dillon Balnius Apr 2019
Translucent memories
Leafs falling from the trees
Green flowers
White rectangles
Blue circles
Fire in the water
Strength has faltered
Vacant in the mind
No track of time
the dead bird Apr 2019
my worst habit is my tendency
to binge
on absolutely everything.

“moderation”
you remind me, constantly.
to that I say,
my precious
as I consume
   consume
        consume


i don’t like my sober mind.
i feel too much like
my mother,
whose worries eat her alive.

inebriation gives me
the power
to not give a ****!
something i lack when in sober thought.

****,
it’s like anything and everything
causes a stress and worry
i just want to be away from it
for a little while.

that little awhile
being every day
at every chance i get.
do you think addiction is a mental illness? asking for a “friend”
Kumar Apr 2019
On the ******* express
Knowing its Bound to crash
But all i care about
Is the smell of the gas
Of pure white snow
Heavenly shimmering
In the moonlights glow
Going through tunnels
The darkness shows
This pure white snow
Is darker than expected
But yet i have to test it
Knowing the train will crash
The faster it goes
The shorter it lasts
inspired by a poem read to me by an inspiration
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