Lost amongst the feelings
Longing for the pain
The way the blade glides
Across my thighs
I feel home
As if I'm cutting the pain out with the bloodshed
"I'm clean."
"I promise."
At least that's what I'm telling everyone
They congratulate me
On my hard work and efforts
"I know it can be hard."
"You know there was one time I cut."
It's honestly unbearable to hear people explaining my own addiction to me
Of course I know it's an addiction
I knew as soon as the words
"Only one more time..."
Left my mouth
That wasn't the first time I heard the words
I grew from a family tree
Rooted in addiction
Soil rotten with cannabis
Watered with vodka
My addictions differ
But they're rooted in the same tree
I've tried to say away
Although my roots pull me like a leash
I'm not sure what triggered me
Just a feeling
I guess that's how addiction works
Isn't it?
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Book Of Poetry
PoetryThese are just a few of my poems each chapter will be a different poem thank you for reading TRIGGER WARNING!! Some poems may contain details of sexual assault, self-harm, and other things that may be triggering
