once again, I pass the dealers
failures, tragedies, oversights
another day, another reason to fall
I hurry past
so as not to be pulled in
but somehow it slips in
slips by my guard
my old drug
my old comfort
my old sadness
slips in
I don't want it
but oh how familiar it feels
how welcome and yet so foreign
cold but comfortable
my old drug
it's not my life anymore
but still it haunts my dreams
forms shadows over my sunny days
it reminds me I'm addicted
reminds me it can tear up my life
it comes back like the tides
always coming back
coming back for more
I scream out
fight against my darkness
fight against the fear
fight against despair
but it's no use
I'm addicted
my fate is to fight
and face withdrawal
every day
one day at a time
Author notes
Yet another Depression is a Drug poem. The fight's still not over, and I'm starting to think it never will be.
Written September 13th, 2006
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Scarily enough, I was discussing this earlier with a friend in my Chemistry class, who guessed I used to be a cutter. Fighting against depression IS a constant battle, but it helps to have friends there to help you. So if you need to talk, peas feel free to talk to me!
~J
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