I'm aggrevated, irritated; sadness overwhelmed,
Mind racing, memories taunting, voices tormented.
Take one hit, one puff after another, chase that dragon,
Nerves on end, mind clearing, voices quieting, darken.
These drugs hit hard, bit good.
Chasing away all the darkness,
Erasing the mind into nothingness.
All those traumatic memories fading,
Everything is so soft, so vibrant, dazing.
The voices no longer there, yet calling,
The world is spinning and my body is falling.
I want everyone to shut up and leave,
But nothing helps, not even brief.
I look around, so many that surround.
Yet, alone I feel, well except for the voices screaming,
There is no room to think or for dreaming.
Awake, tossing and turning, restless,
As my mind slip to the deepest darkness.
All these thoughts racing through my mind,
What is real? What is true? What is right?
These dark memories, dark feelings in control,
They consume me completely to my soul.
Turning it black and bitter and cold.
I can't control it anymore, I want to shatter,
These demons inside with their chatter.
Luring me in, I'm so afraid,
I feel empty, cold and numb, astranged.
The me there once was, must die,
You're gone and I got to stay high.
YOU ARE READING
The recovery
PoesíaThis is a collection of my poetry that I am writing during my depression, some are very dark and some are happy memories. I am going to try to publish every day
