I always thought
That the drugs would keep me
Distracted, forever.
That the drink would keep me
Sedated, for the time being.
That the sex would keep me
Alive, in the moment.
But I forget I'm a person
Who becomes addicted
To the things like your laugh.
Her smile. His sense of humour.
Life pulls me in when I least expect it
With nothing to gain from it
Except the little guilty pleasures
Of what I observe
That no one else seems to notice.
But this pushes me further
And terrifies me
And now I'm on the edge
Overwhelmed
Unable to comprehend
How to deal or cope,
Or what to do next.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...