Some people asked me, 'How did I stop
quit the needle and save that blood drop'.
Resisting is easy, but I miss what it gave,
then I wonder if I ever did crave?
I never wanted an escape from reality,
nor a pause from the thoughts to be carefree.
I wanted the stop button,
Ctrl-Alt-delete pressed on repetition
How much can a fix provide,
nothing more than a place to hide.
I was still living, still breathing
Still stuck as a physical being.
Sure it gave me some relief, something I would miss
but it was also satan's dark abyss.
It made returning to reality so much harder
It made my mask slip, making me easier to decipher
So I quit because I saw it made me weak
It didn't give me what I want, it was just a Trojan horse
YOU ARE READING
Faded shades of black and blue
Poetry"I had it all, and watched it fall Yet loneliness is the only one that stayed through it all My one true constant, my only companion" A Short collection of poems I wrote, because marking my soul in ink is the only way to hold on to sanity.
