recovery

i try to refrain but it’s to hard to resist sometimes

the feeling i get when i’m only high.

but i forgot i don’t write poetry i just write in rhymes.

i have these imaginary friends in my head.

they yell and scream at me some awful things,

i guess i really can’t call someone a friend if all they want is me to be dead

i try to run away from my mind.

i was never athletic

i’m drowning; and silence is what surrounds the outside,

but you can’t hear the ear piercing, blood curdling screams that i do simply because, you aren’t in my head, love.

you wouldn’t want to step in here even for a minute.

i wouldn’t let you anyway.

it’s nothing but darkness, tears, anxiety, regret, guilt, and much more.

i wish i could trade it for another or buy a different one at the store.

but honey, i’m not telling you this to scare you darling.

i just thought i should let you know this about me before we start falling.

❤️

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