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My addiction likes to play games with me I try to hide, but it seeks me On every occasion, or party I want to just stay home- ***** it out with a pillow Till it stops breathing As I watch too much TV, Count the drinks on the screen Like counting sheep 3 pints of ***** 2 beers 1 shot of whiskey I feel myself changing Between shifts, with no breaks in between Some work overtime, I hear my addiction breathing- 3 PINTS OF ***** 2 BEERS 1 SHOT OF WHISKEY I would tell you all about it But it’s a long story, All guts and no glory I can only talk about it when I’m drunk On too early of a morning Or when my eyes are stuck On a ceiling fan, when I spin with the room Words are fluid- like, they used to be Now my lips are a broken cocoon The words die behind a prison of teeth Just old ideas, dead memories That no one needs to hear or see Sorry I won’t be seeing you at any parties Sorry I won’t spill my guts for free Or wait for you to wave to me Hit me with the “how are you doing?” Its not that I want to hide from you, But my anxiety is looking for bullet wounds Addiction hides in the skin Of the people across the room They have been shooting looks at me, Every eye blinking my direction is lightning Its striking me; how frightening How fragile I can be, I’m sorry Maybe that’s why I plug myself into a wall I stitch my mouth shut And scream through the keyboard Because I don’t want you to stop reading, Or stop listening, Just because You don’t see me At parties
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
pearlygirl
Hide and Seek
My addiction likes to play games with me I try to hide, but it seeks me On every occasion, or party I want to just stay home- ***** it out with a pillow Till it stops breathing As I watch too much TV, Count the drinks on the screen Like counting sheep 3 pints of ***** 2 beers 1 shot of whiskey I feel myself changing Between shifts, with no breaks in between Some work overtime, I hear my addiction breathing- 3 PINTS OF ***** 2 BEERS 1 SHOT OF WHISKEY I would tell you all about it But it’s a long story, All guts and no glory I can only talk about it when I’m drunk On too early of a morning Or when my eyes are stuck On a ceiling fan, when I spin with the room Words are fluid- like, they used to be Now my lips are a broken cocoon The words die behind a prison of teeth Just old ideas, dead memories That no one needs to hear or see Sorry I won’t be seeing you at any parties Sorry I won’t spill my guts for free Or wait for you to wave to me Hit me with the “how are you doing?” Its not that I want to hide from you, But my anxiety is looking for bullet wounds Addiction hides in the skin Of the people across the room They have been shooting looks at me, Every eye blinking my direction is lightning Its striking me; how frightening How fragile I can be, I’m sorry Maybe that’s why I plug myself into a wall I stitch my mouth shut And scream through the keyboard Because I don’t want you to stop reading, Or stop listening, Just because You don’t see me At parties
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