In my mind there are claws
Vapid memories that are yours
That across my mind draws
Reminders of the past
I can dust them away
But at the end of the day
In the evening breeze sway
The same patterns cast
They arrive always unbidden
Peel back layers of the hidden
Whisper thoughts long forbidden
I hate that they're steadfast
The rest is all so faded
Like they have been traded
The harshest ones persuaded
To be those that are forecast
I see it far too vivid
The replay forever viscid
I'm increasingly livid
How long can this last?
This is how I remember
Not a fire but an ember
A forever burning member
Of a life I can't recast.
I was far too young
When these memories begun
Lies coating my tongue
Will the torment outlast?
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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