I wish I had an opium filled mind. Drugged veins and head up in the clouds
I wish smoke filled my lungs,
Found on the street intoxicated and drunk
The drizzle of alcohol blinding my vision
Maybe then time would stop
and my thoughts would be blurred by addictions
Pins stabbed in me so that they're are all I feel
Life pouring out while I stand in a pool of my own crimson blood
Maybe then I'd forget my worries, maybe then I won't be numb
Music blasting my ears till they hurt
Compression choking life out of me as well
As starvation kicks in and in agony I dwell
Maybe then I'd beg for life instead of death
For the first time wishing to live until the very end
Maybe I won't take things for granted unless I'm drowning in myself
Body lifeless with fishes to prey on
Maybe then I would acknowledge the ones around me
And cherish my time spent
I would start loving the empty sky before becoming it's component
When sleepless nights drive me insane,
I would worship for other than myself, maybe then
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
