Lately just trying my best to find a beat
Just trying to walk the tightrope
That is you and me
All the things that I did
To try and keep you sweet
Your perceived indifference
Is killing me
Lately just trying my best to be discreet
Letting you have your sideshow
That is the space that's in between
All the things we said
What does it all mean?
Do we deserve our millionth chance?
I guess I'll wait and see
Lately Just trying my best to find a beat
Just trying to walk the tightrope
That is you and me
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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 drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Interesting and delicious content. Keep posting more now.
The flow of this one is so, so good and the content of the poem is too. Best of luck to you as you walk that tightrope 😭♥️