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Kumar Apr 2019
Corrupting the innocent
Yet leading them to freedom
Preventing them from harm
yet they still call me evil
escape from this prison
Which they call sobriety
Into another
of different of society
Kumar Apr 2019
Every time i see red
All i can think of are those rose petals on the bed
The broken heart
The broken promises
Left me wanting lead in my head
But yet i survived
Learned from the experience
My soul to contrive
The scars on my heart
Have healed over time
As all wounds do
But it still left a mark
A mark that i refuse to bring in the dark
Kumar Apr 2019
Dazed and confused
Confused by a muse
The love was a ruse
The love lit a fuse
A fuse that couldn’t be put out
Not by screams
Not by shouts
A fuse that lit a part me that I’ll never forget
It felt surreal
I felt no regret
A fuse that blew
Blew into a million shard
Cut wounds deeper into my heart
It was theft
Of soul
Of a spirit
But after the muse left
I felt under duress
A mess
An empty carcass of stress
Kumar Apr 2019
With every pill i take
And with every bottle i drink
Liquor by the lakes
My bodies shutting down
Slowly but surely
Death is for where im bound
To be 6 feet under the ground
Laying in my bed,
Dead
Only to be found
Pills in my hand
Bills on my desk
Empty bottles laying around
Now i take this eternal rest
With no one around
I took pills my the mounds
I drank bottles by the rounds
But still no regrets to be found
If I got another chance
I’d still make every mistake
The Bottles made me dance
The Pills put me in a trance
An emancipation from sobriety
The **** of society
Kumar Apr 2019
Forever lost in a thought
Never remembering what was forgot
As Many Memories fade
Fewer memories get made
Why am i here
I'm just wasting my time
As i write
High as a kite
All i can think
Is why why why
“Why what”
I'm not to sure
Why to everything
“That's just absurd”
“You're living the life
That many people crave”
That is true
But This is not what i chose
But what i was gave
Yes it is good
Yes it is wonderful
But something's not right
Every second feels like fight or flight
This is a life
This is not a fight
An internal struggle
Between dark and light
I miss sobriety
As if it was a dear friend
Knowing i'll never meet then again
Until the very end

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