stay away, all of you
with all the things i cannot bear
stay away
all of you
with all the things i cannot bear
your excruciating care
and your silence
like i need you
not to say a word
like i need you
at all
tiptoeing around me
rather than walking to me
or with me
or behind me
you shoot me
sad smiles
instead of real ones
and your gentle hand
on my trembling knee
feels cold and bleak
when it’s my eyes
you do not meet
gentle pity
you wear it
on your sleeve
though you must know
it is scorned by me
and while i might mistake
your hesitant decency
for kindness
i must believe
it may just be a symptom
of your cruelty
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angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, and more. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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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
Comments (3)
Ouch ouch! I hope this is all past now! Where is kindness nowadays? 🤗🤗💕
Heartbreaking. I'm terribly sorry for the pain you have may experienced in the past.
This hit me so hard because it was extremely relatable. I'm so sorry you're going through this 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️