If you were to die today my sanity you would take
If you were to leave today my heart would feel the quake
An earthquake of crumbling disposition
My ground shifts as the casket is lowered
Six feet under has never felt farther
The fear "I wasn't there"
The tears "I swear I cared"
Here and there
Illusions don't spare
My mental state sinks below
Even lower than your bones
The doc says "give it time"
But time is of no essence
Without you by my side
My life seems to crumble
I can't find my footing
Nor my lungs in my chest
If I breathe I can not tell
For without you im already dead
The cycle continues
The gun drawer is open
There's no hope for my minds salvation
I'll join you now in Hades' nation
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Sasha Boileau
Hi! I'm currently studying to be a secondary education English Teacher. I have published books ranging from young adult fiction to childrens books. I joined Vocal for a place to share an unedited array of peices, I hope you enjoy them!
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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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This made me cry. Wish I could save it as a favorite so I can come back to it.