I grab drink
To avoid my fears
Of a story where I sink
Within my own aching tears
Yet, I drown my soul
In poison sold
Before desperately trying
To convince myself I am dying
I do acknowledge my issue
I grasp then not a tissue
But an endless rope
Reached before I soke
In the depth's of my despair
In the midst of my prayers
And as I drink to forget
I become closer to death
A tiring wish to stop
A desperate desire to get caught
Before this addiction
Reaches it's sentence
I try to refrain
but am too far from sane
Here I stand
Trying to find a sense
Of freedom, of purpose
Without this wrecked circus
Of guilt and shame
and agony of pain
Before I am destined a slave
Before I arrive to my grave
YOU ARE READING
Lonely souls
PoetryPoems written about the sufferance of having to live with mental health issues. Remember to reach out for help when needed, you are loved.