I hear nothing but a dramatic silence
As it prickles against my skinful obsidian
And I feel a drug that rushes through
Through my painful, pumping incision
A self aware act
Infiltrated the inevitable
It makes anxiety a paranoid stress
It makes the mind hallucinate pain
And it surrounds the user with lack of sanity
As it flows through the dysfunctional system
It carries a frustrating guilt and a rashness of temerity
I yet annihilated chances of ever having an unequivocal life
The months and years of being indisputable
Changes from one controversial decision
A sin that names innocence a monstrous act
Can make a life go right to left
And the feeling of destruction and blame
Has the drug coming again and again
And still worsens the pain
A reflection of self hate
Pushes forward a new eccentric feeling
That acquires a new personality trait
The weeks of being numb
And the months of recovery
Leaves an intoxicating prosperity....
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Mental
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING: Some poems are graphic about feelings I have experienced. This poetry book is meant to help many people get help, whoever is struggling with disorders, depression, and diseases, I am here. I am going through the same thing, I wanted...
