Feeling lost in a sea of the privileged
And the cost of having to live with
The denial of progression
And my wild obsession
Intrinsic contradiction
Difficult distinction
Staring out into the spectrum
I don’t know the effect of
My convolution
My confusion
I fall down without a helmet
I don’t have protection from this
I didn’t know that I was hellbent
To hide the reflection of bliss
Why do I wish for fury?
Why do I wish for glory?
Why do I slip in the flurry?
Why do I downplay my story?
The maze of questions
The craze of deceptions
The ways of corrections
And the days that I test them
About the Creator
zoe frenchman
I’m Zoe, I’m 22, and I’m an aspiring writer, filmmaker, musician, & mental health advocate. I’m also an editor and content writer, graduating from Full Sail's Creative Writing BFA program in July.
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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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