Whenever I'm alone
Whenever I'm cold
In the quietest of tones
I feel a presence great and bold
I try to ignore it
It comes back at me
Even in world concentric
I can see reality
Sometimes it crosses my mind
Sometimes it comes closer
Everything still looks the same
Except for one kind of poser
In the darkness and nights
Such a presence, so strong
Even in the midst of all this light
I know that I haven't been wrong
I wish I could see
I wish I was higher
This presence which truly
Can never ever tire
Finally, I retreat
Into my mental domain
Where I take a seat
While other things still remain
In here I've found comfort
And peace and joy
Still upstairs I feel all the tumult
If only I wasn't to it a toy
If only …..
If only …..
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Chisom
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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 drafts4 days ago in Longevity
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