I live in a generation that enables.
Nobody will question your drinking problem.
Nobody will question your thinking problem.
Instead they put a drink in your hand
And call you the life of the party.
They find your
Sexual desires and habits
Intriguing, because they're
Closed off to themselves.
They enjoy what they can of themselves,
But in you.
Not caring of how it enables
Or effects you.
They know you're down for a good time
Not realising you're doing it to hide
Your pain and your suffering.
I'm now realising it's not
Just me, stuck in this box
Suffocating, drowning
Unable to come up for air.
Still in despair, just full of distractions.
It's everyone. It's me and it's you.
We're all drowning together.
Getting high off the lack of air
Willing to share
The last of it.
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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...