Such thoughts pass through me,
Let them go: arrows piercing.
Observe their sharp flight.
Rage is hard to stop:
A patch of ash ruins the soul.
Wish to take words back.
When wounded enough,
I will sink below the known.
Endless tears: I drown.
Lifeless but with form,
I proceed along the path.
Cold, solid, nothing.
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Stéphane Dreyfus
Melanchoholic.
Struggling to obey the forgotten rules.
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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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