Such a heavy word so easily
thrown around.
Careless and flippant.
Needing more,
needing better,
needing everything.
Lines start to blur.
Need morphs into want and
wanting those needs.
Needing another;
wanting another.
Craving anything and everything.
Destroyers of no names and
many names.
Told to fight it,
to want to stay normal.
Needing to fight the
demon that knows how to
be your friend,
but becomes an enemy.
Snakes in the grass come silently
and lingers long after.
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Caffeine and Me
PoesiaA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
