"sobreity" poems - Hello Poetry

I want to drag myself along and bury in your sadness My emotions flickering against yours, to reflect yours to darken, to bolden in sobreity that grief reveals to fall eternally and not be able to get up to lose senses to the only thing pounding in my mind You lost her and somehow, Anyhow I wish I could give her back to you Drown myself, if need be Die once, to revive her forever more

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Mar 22, 2016

Mar 22, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC

bhavika-g

For you

I want to drag myself along and bury in your sadness My emotions flickering against yours, to reflect yours to darken, to bolden in sobreity that grief reveals to fall eternally and not be able to get up to lose senses to the only thing pounding in my mind You lost her and somehow, Anyhow I wish I could give her back to you Drown myself, if need be Die once, to revive her forever more

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Eradication within a hollow abyss of such instinct... callibrating an insourmantable animallistic realization of a deeper defiled reconciled underlined evil lurking within...dominance of my debilitating disease...temptation to succumb to this numbing feeling...As if it all dissapears while I indulge into feeding my own agonizing addiction....something I keep feeding...tired of always fleeing not facing Life secluded within a snared trap of a battle am exausted from alliviating my feelings. I want to recuperate my sobreity, yet keep getting intoxicated to deal with inner dealings. Envelopped in tranquilizing my own self with destructive substances to hide this pain am living...slowly killing myself just to think am living. As I contemplate at deconstructing my past...where did I go wrong Lord...is my Life even worth living? The experiences I attain am NOT finding enjoyment at completing... How the **** do I recover from this deep sadness am feeling? Despair await me as my thoughts form this sentences am speaking I ask myself the harshes questions...Is my Life to someone out there hold meaning? Lord free me from this inprisonement am feeling... Undersiedged and captivated am losing focus on how I ought to be living... withstanding the problems I face with ******* toxins I keep utilizing when I desire to be quitting. Rehab many say is the answer they keep pleading...yet cannot fully shut the door where old habits keep creeping... Alone, conflicted and restless...am left when am dope feeding... Is me, myself and I...who I ought to be healing... In time...this will also dissapear I just ask of thee Lord, let me make it out alive Out crawl from this ticking time death-bomb I keep re-living.

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Apr 1, 2021

Apr 1, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC

7GodsOracle7

~Torn in my Soul~

Eradication within a hollow abyss of such instinct... callibrating an insourmantable animallistic realization of a deeper defiled reconciled underlined evil lurking within...dominance of my debilitating disease...temptation to succumb to this numbing feeling...As if it all dissapears while I indulge into feeding my own agonizing addiction....something I keep feeding...tired of always fleeing not facing Life secluded within a snared trap of a battle am exausted from alliviating my feelings. I want to recuperate my sobreity, yet keep getting intoxicated to deal with inner dealings. Envelopped in tranquilizing my own self with destructive substances to hide this pain am living...slowly killing myself just to think am living. As I contemplate at deconstructing my past...where did I go wrong Lord...is my Life even worth living? The experiences I attain am NOT finding enjoyment at completing... How the **** do I recover from this deep sadness am feeling? Despair await me as my thoughts form this sentences am speaking I ask myself the harshes questions...Is my Life to someone out there hold meaning? Lord free me from this inprisonement am feeling... Undersiedged and captivated am losing focus on how I ought to be living... withstanding the problems I face with ******* toxins I keep utilizing when I desire to be quitting. Rehab many say is the answer they keep pleading...yet cannot fully shut the door where old habits keep creeping... Alone, conflicted and restless...am left when am dope feeding... Is me, myself and I...who I ought to be healing... In time...this will also dissapear I just ask of thee Lord, let me make it out alive Out crawl from this ticking time death-bomb I keep re-living.

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high and dry sober, sober, sobreity all i ever wanted was to feel slowly dying but finally alive

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Sep 8, 2014

Sep 8, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC

september

cut me up

high and dry sober, sober, sobreity all i ever wanted was to feel slowly dying but finally alive

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