how much: a slam poem
How much can one take before it becomes enough?
How much will it take before I lose all sense of motivation and comfort within myself?
How long will it take for the restless nights to come back and sweep me in their arms?
How long will it take for me to give in to the darkness that latches at my soul?
How long will it take for me to lose my smile and force it along with my laughter?
I feel myself slipping.
Lexapro keeps me grounded and my thoughts rationalized.
10 milligrams seems to keep me above the surface, only enough to keep me breathing.
My body craves peace.
My mind craves silence.
Yet I find myself wondering these negative and intrusive thoughts way too often without acting out on them.
I am in the in-between of the shallow and the deep end.
I feel my foot slipping here and there,
Yet I still stay afloat despite everything.
It is truly draining.
a.b.
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Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
