You've lost your concentration,
and all you have are questions.
Who is this? Who have I become?
You don't even recognize your reflection.
You loose your coordination,
it destroys your organisation,
it takes away your attention.
You took them to get elations,
without them you see appirations.
It was over the counter, now you get it in alley's.
They call it wrap, or is it fix?
But it only breaks you and makes you sick.
Everything feels so wrong
the sleep is gone,
your peace is no more.
You can hear the demons,
so you take more pills for them to stop.
Now the demons are gone,
but for how long?
The pain becomes a companion,
but the worst is yet to come,
if you don't stop.
You don't want to go to rehab,
with the fear you'll eventually relapse,
and crave it even more.
And you think of ending it all,
what're you living for?
You start to see black dots in your vision,
and you let it come,
Thankful for the blackout,
to stop the suicidal thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Mᴇʀᴀᴋɪ
Poesia🏅 3rd Place Winner in the Royal Constellation Academy Awards (2021)🥉 Mᴇʀᴀᴋɪ; This means the soul, creativity or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your works. These poems go to anyone, anyone who could possibly relat...
