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Withdrawal
It's called an addiction but comes like a friend
Any bad feeling will come to an end
Walks you along to a fake solution
Dragging you down to an odd compulsion
It tames the anger, it tames the pain
It soothes your soul when it burns in hell
You feel relieved when it hits your system
Yet you do know it will crush your liver
You like to feel it caressing your throat
But real thing is it will only make it worse
Time goes by slower when you look at the clock
You don't have to face what you want to avoid
When the night is gone and the ride is over
Your company turns into an empty glass bottle
Liquored down smile after all those rounds
Stumbling around your delusional crowd
Unshaven face after your three day party
Music so loud as you hit the highway
Swollen eyes out of your lack of sleep
Going to work while you're feeling weak
Temporary bursts of sobriety
You abandon yourself to this fake reality
You don't solve anything but at least you can't feel
The real pain you're supposed to deal with
Seconds feel like an eternity
Without the taste of a drink
Unbelievable how withdrawal can fill
Your head with all sorts of absurdities
It's more complicated than a bad hangover
You said mean things to your significant other
You scream and think that you can't recover
And you fall asleep in the arms of your lover
You can stare at the door but nothing will show up
Until you convince yourself that you can function sober
Rhythmic beating of a swollen heart
Guiding yourself to a brand new start
I've been through that path before
I know exactly how it goes
I just want to let you know
You are not in this alone
I will write love all over your scars
I'll light up your way through the dark
We'll pick up your pieces together
I promise one day things will be better
Beat your fist hard down the path
And discharge all of your wrath
Make it tremble, own your rage
Sometimes to re build you have to break yourself.
-Gabriela Camargo Miaw
June-August 2021
Any bad feeling will come to an end
Walks you along to a fake solution
Dragging you down to an odd compulsion
It tames the anger, it tames the pain
It soothes your soul when it burns in hell
You feel relieved when it hits your system
Yet you do know it will crush your liver
You like to feel it caressing your throat
But real thing is it will only make it worse
Time goes by slower when you look at the clock
You don't have to face what you want to avoid
When the night is gone and the ride is over
Your company turns into an empty glass bottle
Liquored down smile after all those rounds
Stumbling around your delusional crowd
Unshaven face after your three day party
Music so loud as you hit the highway
Swollen eyes out of your lack of sleep
Going to work while you're feeling weak
Temporary bursts of sobriety
You abandon yourself to this fake reality
You don't solve anything but at least you can't feel
The real pain you're supposed to deal with
Seconds feel like an eternity
Without the taste of a drink
Unbelievable how withdrawal can fill
Your head with all sorts of absurdities
It's more complicated than a bad hangover
You said mean things to your significant other
You scream and think that you can't recover
And you fall asleep in the arms of your lover
You can stare at the door but nothing will show up
Until you convince yourself that you can function sober
Rhythmic beating of a swollen heart
Guiding yourself to a brand new start
I've been through that path before
I know exactly how it goes
I just want to let you know
You are not in this alone
I will write love all over your scars
I'll light up your way through the dark
We'll pick up your pieces together
I promise one day things will be better
Beat your fist hard down the path
And discharge all of your wrath
Make it tremble, own your rage
Sometimes to re build you have to break yourself.
-Gabriela Camargo Miaw
June-August 2021
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