I cannot keep fighting, I admit defeat
Helpless against forces greater than me
Like mother like daughter, the pattern repeats
She screams you hate me, she accuses deciet
Blinded by rage, my truth she will not see.
I cannot keep fighting, I admit defeat
The smaller the heart the greater the conceit
Once made for love now shrunk from tragedy
Like mother like daughter, the pattern repeats
For maternal affection I must compete
with a ghost. There’s no chance for victory
I cannot keep fighting, I admit defeat
She pours salt in my wounds, I try to retreat
Shackled to pain I long to be set free
Like mother like daughter the pattern repeats
The void without her love leaves me incomplete
Left holding instead her pain, misery
I cannot keep fighting. I admit defeat
Like mother like daughter the pattern repeats.
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Carly Rowe
Lifelong poet, aspiring writer. Finding my creative voice one line at a time.
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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.
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This hit deep. Thank you for putting words to an all-too-familiar experience.