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A small list of thoughts 1 month sober
At least when I was high I didn't see the need to cut myself
At least when I was high I could blame dope for my art blocks
At least when I was high I was in good company
At least when I was high I didn't feel so hollow
Contaminated smoke could fill all the voids in cracks in my so called soul
At least when I was high this skin that wraps around this shell of a human I hate, seemed a little more like velvet
Rather then barbed wire
At least when I was high I could blame dope for my art blocks
At least when I was high I was in good company
At least when I was high I didn't feel so hollow
Contaminated smoke could fill all the voids in cracks in my so called soul
At least when I was high this skin that wraps around this shell of a human I hate, seemed a little more like velvet
Rather then barbed wire
Published 4th Mar 2018
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4th Mar 2018 4:38am
4th Mar 2018 3:01pm
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4th Mar 2018 11:48pm
Beautifully dark
5th Mar 2018 3:16am
I'm still in the first month of my sobriety, so I can relate to this. They say it gets better and I want to believe them. It's just without something to help me escape, my emotions get the best of me sometimes. The imagery at the end of the poem (velvet vs. barb wire) is an effective contrast.
8th Mar 2018 3:03am
After the physical dts leave, it's nothing but mental, and it never goes away, just gotta try and supress it i guess
8th Mar 2018 4:16am
Why suppress it? Why not confront it, conquer it? There is a solution, not a popular one, but a solution all the same. Turn to a higher power of your own understanding. It doesn't have to be "God" or whatever religion others have tried to force on you. It just has to be anything other than you. Because if you're anything like me, I fuck up everything I touch. Take this comment for example. You probably hate me as a result of it. And that's ok. It's like a friend of mine says, "I'd rather them hate me for the rest of their life than love me while they're killing themselves."
