#relapse poems on Hello Poetry

skyler Mar 2018

chaser

i crave you
like an addict
searching for their fix
oh sweetheart
relapse
has never tasted so sweet

s.s

#love #relapse #happy #sweet #bittersweet #addict

Tina RSH Feb 2018

I creep towards a flicker of light
No sheets to keep me from the callous cold
My bare flesh introduced to the February night
Transfixed by the light, my eyes swim and glitter
I rush away from the old creaking bed, away from that shell.
Where he gifted me memories of dust, dark and bitter.
I flee my partner in crime, my everlasting disease
As he fast sleeps, ready to make love to my brain
But I rush and feel no rush between my legs increase.
Stars wave and a bird flies home, I sigh in relief.
For I too go home, somewhere under the sky.
As I smile to spring away, I sense something in disbelief.
A pair of hands gripping my arms and neck.
Just to believe it was over, oh heck!

Mass product these days! Can't help writing. This poem is about my disease, which as I view it, loves to grip my brain.

#depressed #tragedy #despair #sad #bipolar #disease #love #******* #pun #relapse

Tøast Feb 2018

I Tried

I tried. You must know.

I tried.
But when you left, you were replaced by an old friend.

I tried.
A demonic being, darker than your eyes.

I tried.
But the blade looked clean, and the lines I painted gave my friend room to breathe.

But i tried.

#relapse

Joshua Michael Feb 2018

Listen.

I can hear them again,
I can hear the voice.
They are calling me out,
To make the choice.

They want me to start,
To use again.
They telling me to end,
End all the pain.

I know this numbing high,
The brown slop.
I know they are right,
It makes it stop.

They are screaming listen,
Listen.

The voices are back, the demons the ones who tell me to do things.

#drugs #relapse #****** #hurt #pain #numbing #voices

Vanessa Viniegra Chrisphonte Feb 2018

Relapsed

(gulp)

Couldn’t resist a minute more.

Relapse.

I again…

After six months sober...

Here.

In this pain I know all too well.

Ten years lost to this drug my veins ache for.

First breath in the morning and last thought at night, all consumed by it.

Every cell in me craves it.

That physical euphoria my body portraits.

Feels like someone has poured pure joy into every single muscle and fiber of my being.

It makes me feel so content

Every single bit of me is singing and buzzing with life and love.

It's like the ecstasy of *******— that first blissful, pleasurable pulsation of endorphins and serotonin.

This is what I feel when I first take LOVE.

And then...

And then, the honeymoon stage is over.

Fights erupt.

Never-ending debates.

Miscommunications.

Misperceptions.

No trust.

Accusations.

Lies.

“I’m done...”

…

Again, it feels like a part of my soul is leaving my body.

Again, sitting here numb.

A toxic love...

I’m addicted to,

And there’s no way around it.

It’s already deep intertwined with my veins.

Yet, no matter the toxic, tragic event that happened before, I sit here, and I want nothing more than to spend my life next to this soul.

To see his eyes unchanged as the skin around it wrinkles and grows old is what my heart will always desire— to stare at those eyes for the rest of eternity.

Dead air…

So here I’ll wait, until you decided to come into my life again and repeat this déjà vu.

#love #insane #relapse #numb #dejavu #addicted #toxic

The Dybbuk Feb 2018

Hangover

Tick tock, rise and shine, shake the whiskey from your eyes.
Close your mind and count to five, scream yoursELF A LULLABY.

#addiction #alcoholism #alcohol #hangover #recovery #relapse

Fritzi Melendez Jan 2018

Yesterday I...

Yesterday I woke up in a feeling of pure nausea.
I threw up in the shower, but I forced myself through because,

I have to keep up with this facade that I have my life together.
That somehow, in some way, I’m getting better.

Yesterday I went to school and I felt scared and alone.
I have no one to talk to, all I have are memes on my phone.

But I have to keep up with this facade that nothing is wrong.
That I haven’t been suicidal and depressed for this long.

Yesterday I came home in a feeling of exhaustion.
I saw a message from a so called friend who said it was me he would abandon.

I can’t keep up this facade, ******* it, I’m already so alone here.
Why would you abandon your friends for a girl who barely knows what personality you wear?

Yesterday I broke down crying from the loneliness and silence in my room.
I tried to sleep it off, but I just woke up in a nauseated doom.

This facade is only a wall to block those who wish to care.
And yet I always claim that I’m not being treated fair.
...
Yesterday I slit my arms until they bled.
Because I’m tired of the things that everyone said.

I can’t keep up with this facade that I’m happy, because I know I’m not.
I feel it every day and it makes me feel like I should lay on the ground to rot.

Yesterday I...

Yesterday I wished there was no yesterday.
Only a silence to fill the room of a body in decay.

But I have to keep up with this facade that nothing happened last night.
I put my long sleeve sweater, smile, and quietly march on, hoping they never notice another lost fight.

I had a bad day yesterday.

#relapse #depression #anxiety #suicide #tired #facade #fight #loss

Nicole Jan 2018

Inspired by Cutting Paper

I have bad thoughts
Of beautiful things
The color red
Oozing from my pale skin
The simplicity of a clean line
Only to be ruined by smeared blood
Why do these thoughts haunt me?
Am I obsessed with my own pain?
Or simply so ****** up
That I find beauty
In the face of my demons

A piece I wrote awhile ago while cutting paper with a ridiculously fine blade

#cutting #selfharm #mutilation #cut #blood #depression #demons #relapse

aeviternal memorabilia Jan 2018

old habits (20w)

relapse
is a scary thing to think about
yet it is so easy to go back to those old habits.

#relapse #depression #anxiety