How do you hide it so well?
Hide what?
Your scars.
Because I do not know how to show them.
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Is it even possible to find relief?
Sometimes.
You know it?
I've wished it 'til the sky went grey and so did my soul.
What happened?
I cried too much.
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I don't know what choice to make; I feel like I have to step on through the fog, but I can't look down to see if there is a cliff.
No one else shows their scars
So I am compelled to hide my own.
How is it even possible to feel so much
And show so little?
I hold space for the burdensome suitcases and dreams I carry
Yet everyone else packed light.
Is it the journey or the fog that is short?
Or are they unaware of their need for weights in case they fall?
About the Creator
Ruby Red
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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
Comments (1)
This is so incredibly heavy and relatable. Powerful work.