I’m alone, and I’m talking to myself
Because with me I don’t need to be
Someone else
The mirror cracks and fades
Because I’m ashamed of that reflection
I’m afraid what if this is the wrong direction
It’s the same
Every day is my confession
Doing things I cannot see
Doing things I don’t want to be
Who I am
Is what I do when I’m
I’m alone talking to myself again
Because that’s the only way I can
Be myself
Mirror is the same
that I have had
for a while now
Is it the way I can see it
and I’m just so confused
I gotta dream about me
you are so sorry to say
I know you’re going on
the same thing
I know you’re going on the road
but I’m sorry I’m gonna stay
is that a little strange
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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