short plank
no one asks for addiction,
who would?
waking up everyday,
it's destroying the body,
while shame conquers the mind.
not about the feeling you get,
but the feeling that's closed
a hand that reaches in your worst times,
a last hope,
a happy feeling, proposed.
but it's a fable,
a false reality trying to catch your grasp,
comfort begins, you forgot what it's like
a feeling of being home,
then the silence becomes loud and demanding,
until everything falls apart.
a time without is soon forgotten,
the feeling of peace is gone,
there is only an upkeep, no longer for pleasure
for the absence of ruin,
keeping you in shackles.
it becomes your everything,
your voice,
your image,
your breath,
you say you're fine.
but are you?
or are the lies more comforting than the truth.
behind the fragments,
a part of you is still knocking-
searching for an answer,
will it end?
the solution is you,
the piece of you,
the stubborn part,
unwilling to die.
tried a different style for this one hope u all like it 😄
floral dove