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mybrainbile · 4 months

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I bruise like a peach between your fingers,

I hope thoughts of me tend to linger.

I can’t help but whimper,

it’s been a long, cold winter.

And I swear I’ve never met another freethinker,

who notices every hook line and sinker.

I’m no sinner,

but boy you look like dinner.

Satiate me,

and I think I’ve found my winner.

I’m not worried anymore,

about the winter.

Spring is almost here.

There is budding hope for us my dear.

- afg

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palepinkskin · 2 years

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when you reach the end of the downward spiral, when you‘ve reached beyond the lowest point imaginable. when you’re laying on the cold, hard floor, and you’ve quite literally burned every bridge, and nipped at every hand that came your way. when you no longer feel any attachment to the cold, distant stranger in the mirror. you find that you scoured your surroundings, begging pleading for just one more way, or just one more phone number to call to get help. to check into one more rehab to check yourself out of, one more detox facility, one more shot to do it right this time. i’m afraid that is rock bottom. it will be the coldest floor you’ve ever slept on, it will be the most alone and on your own you’ve ever been. at this point, you have two options left: (1.) you can lay down on your back and make fucking snow angels until you die or you can use rock bottom as a solid foundation on which to rebuild your life before you die. be careful, tread lightly because the choice is yours.

#drug addiction #drug addict #poem #quote #poet #junkie #junkies #tweaked #rehab #sobriety #living sober #living high #getting high #rock bottom #addiction quotes #addiction poems

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theaddictspoetry · 2 years

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People fear the unknown,

They just don't understand what we know

Judging us as if they're saints,

Even a saint was once a sinner.

@theaddictspoetry

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cuqaq · 1 year

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3:47 A.M.

My face to the ceiling

The darkness an irritating blanket

I feel that familiar scratching

In the back of my skull

My past burns like

Confidence in my gums

Dilated pupils

Coiled around my optical nerves

Cold sweat on a Thursday

Dripping down my back

My disease of Area tegmentalis ventralis

Bleeds from my body

Erratic dreams and shadow creatures

From a mind long dissolved

“Sober” but I can’t remember

What it feels like to be free

Incapable of coping with the past

I will never remember

Rage and a gash on my lip

Why can’t I be free too?

Three years

Three months

The worst of it is over

The worst is yet to come

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lifetimeofghostlymovements · 1 year

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Sour Liquid Anesthetic: April 14, 2022

****CW: Abuse, mental health, addiction, etc.****

Nothing could ever hurt

Like the pain of loving you

You rubbed powders in my wounds

To numb the hurting

To delay the healing

Only loving when I did as you demanded

Under your sedation

Sour liquid anesthetic

You held my chin up

So I'd taste every drop

You'll like me better soon

Water under the bridge

We drove over 1000x before

Put me under your knife

Cut me open and tell me

Where you think it hurts

Cut it out, cut it out

Cut it out of me, don't even show me

Save me from the sunlight

My skin; paper-thin

I'm burning alive

Take me to the cavern

Tell me how sick I am

Start a fire and tend to my wounds

Doesn't matter that you inflicted them

Tell me I need your cure

Assembly line of capsules

Powder it, tap it down, pack it in, swallow whole

"I can't give you much, but some crystals in exchange for your freedom"

"Please don't stop, please"

"There won't be anything left"

Tell me how much you believe in me

And how much I deserve it all

Make me believe, believe in you

You know me better than I could ever know myself

I just can't handle the awareness

I need you to tell me how

Show me how to abandon myself

Then abandon me, leave, show me

That no one could ever love someone like me

"Too... yourself, fix it"

I've never known myself 'til now

I believed you when you said I was worthless

I trusted you never to lie, to stay true and kind

I stopped trusting myself, all because you asked

I thought you knew what was best

If I could ever meet you again

You'd find a different person in place of the one you knew

You'd tell me how much I've changed

You'd tell me to take care of myself

You'd tell me you knew this would happen

What scared you so much about loosening your grip?

What kind of love do you think you had, when you chose to never know the real me

You knew if I was better I wouldn't let you treat me so horribly

You knew once the drugs wore off

I'd come to and realize

You were never there

"You" are not real

Only an image

Exactly what you think I want to see

So was I

But only because I wanted you to love me

Maybe that's all you wanted too

You kept me chained

You'd pull back when I wandered too far

I threw up on your carpet

You were too high to notice

I wanted someone to take care of me

Help me clean the black skunk-smelling sludge

Now dripping from my mouth, down the front of my shirt

Leaking from every pore

I could no longer bear to look in the mirror

I'd see it between my teeth, down my throat

I'd hold the mirror close

Get it out of me

I'd squeeze, pull, rip, and shred at my skin, moles, tonsils

Every time I felt I'd found it and held on, started to pull it out

It would slip from my grip and disappear

The sludge keeps flowing

Where could it even be coming from?

I must be rotting from the inside out

I was never even sure you were real

I only knew I could feel you

Sometimes I still do

A twinge beneath my left eye

I'm growing into my stripes

I'm not sure I can say the same about you

When I told you I loved you

I meant

I needed someone to fill

A heart with a pin hole

All the love leaking from beneath

Before I even get a chance to pump it through my veins

It stains my hands

Covered in resinous decay

Billions of years of cosmic evolution

Coming to crescendo

The moment your fist meets my cheekbone

I'm surprised you didn't break it

I think you were too

When you saw the bruise

For a second I thought you felt sorry

But you weren't convinced

You could've been the one to do it

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daweyt · 2 months

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Robert Bly, from “A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction; ‘Depression’”, edited by Mark S. Bauer.

#Robert Bly #A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy Madness and Addiction #American Literature #Poetry #Quotes #Lit #Literature #Litblr

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sfsolstice · 2 months

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exurb1a, from "A Large Red Button You Must Never Push That Fixes Everything" in Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

#lit #literature #typo #typography #fragments #light academia #dark academia #oops typo!#exurb1a #poetry #poem #quotes #aesthetic #an incredibly personal poem about addiction that i unfortunately relate to #maybe that's why it's so heartbreaking to me #i HIGHLY recommend reading this one #in fact i'll even scan it for anyone who wants to read it ! this poem is too much of a gem to not share or have a conversation about #240304

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stupidkupi · 7 months

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and you became like coffee in the deliciousness and the bitterness and the addiction.

-mahmoud darwish

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asoftepiloguemylove · 9 months

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Paul Gilmartin The Mental Illness Happy Hour // BoJack Horseman (2014-2020) cr. Raphael Bob-Waksberg // John Mulaney: Baby J (2023) cr. John Mulaney

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ardent-reflections · 10 months

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I am in the mood to dissolve into the sky.

Virginia Woolf

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coffeexxcigarettes · 2 months

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Damned

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But that's what addiction is, isn't it?

Repeatedly telling yourself no,

With facts and common sense laid out on front of you,

Like a safety net.

Reasoning with yourself minute after minute,

For one more taste.

Using "I'll start tomorrow"

As a rope to a better life-

The rope that hangs aimlessly in the background,

Gathering dust from so many

"Tomorrows".

Yet my body shakes with withdrawal,

As I crawl into that bed.

Just a little more, I suppose.

Breathing you in,

Feeling the rush dance along my spine.

I curl beside you,

Your warmth against me tantalizing in ways beyond words.

Frustration and pleasure.

Is this not addiction?

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mybrainbile · 16 days

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I said I don’t need it, but I’d bleed for it.

Take everything and scream for it.

Longing is a wonder-some beast,

a mind full of thoughts you dare not speak.

Nothing romantic about how as if I’m on drugs I tweak,

trying to find what goes in the hole inside me.

Warmth is something I do seek,

perhaps a love that’s kind, full, and sweet.

Of desperation, do I reek?

Something about me, they never commit.

They love my devotion, eyes starlit.

Reciprocation is something I’ve always missed.

I’ll never have my own Orpheus.

I’d raise my fist before I reminisce,

a mouth full of words I’d rather dismiss.

Tell me what it feels like to be loved when you’re kissed?

- afg

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lifeofafreckledredhead · 8 months

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I lost everything loving you

I lost my sanity

I lost My identity

I lost my standards

I lost my morals

I lost my boundaries

I lost myself loving you

A.Val

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drowningbeneath-thewaves · 1 year

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To begin to understand an addict; you have to have been one.

You have to carry the burden of that demon for yourself. Feel the weight of it bring you to your knees.

Go to war with yourself everyday; fighting; to just make it one more day.

Some days the demons are so loud they create echos in your head. Screaming for you to just give in. Just do it.

And some days, the demons let you rest. It’s almost like you’re safe, but you know you aren’t.

It takes one bad day, one unguarded moment to give the demons what they want.

To give in.

To feel the weight of the world lift off your shoulders.

Numbness taking over. No more pain.

You are once again an emotionless corpse.

Taken by the darkness,

Until we meet again darling.

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lifetimeofghostlymovements · 1 year

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August 2, 2022

Last train of the night,

I woke up to puke dripping into my shoes.

Venus crying all alone.

Obliviously gazing down the line,

I reached my hand back and ran.

I thought you were close behind.

Feels a little colder now

Without your thumb nail

Digging at my inner thigh.

I was too drunk to notice

You stumbled in crying as the doors closed

You just wanted your change back

I wanted to play out my favorite movie scene.

If I were any younger, I'd feel a little older.

Watch my hair glean and change,

A sunset never losing color.

We gave him water and he thanked us.

Evergreen, ever giving,

'Til the very last drop

Even in the stillness of winter

Wind spiraling, cluttering my mind's yard.

Wet leaves and gnarled sticks,

Always tall and viridescent as I remember,

Splintered splitting memory.

Chimney char stains the air.

Fills my lungs with longing.

It feels like someone's here.

They put rocks in my shoes

So I'd grow extra tall.

I reached my hand back as I ran.

I'm not sure what I expected.

I looked back,

and you were gone.

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daweyt · 2 months

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Quincy Troupe, from “A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction; ‘River Town Packin House Blues’”, edited by Mark S. Bauer.

#Quincy Troupe #A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy Madness and Addiction #American Literature #Poetry #Quotes #Literature #Lit #Litblr

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