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Poem Details
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| Title: | treading |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 9/26/2013 |
| Poem: |
The demons, they creep into my head. And these days, it’s getting harder and harder to tell the difference between their reality and mine. They have no future, only a past. And I have become them. Topamax, molly, marijuana, alcohol Drugs that were supposed to help, to numb. When will I learn? Numbing doesn’t resolve. It only prolongs. A dam about to burst. So I cut them out, one by one, and begin to sort out this life. But how could I have prepared for the flood of sadness, of anxiety, of guilt, of anger, of regret? They’ve taken over, these demons. And it’s enough to send me running for something to numb the pain. “Fight,” they say, these people who love me. “Don’t let it win.” But how can they understand? Each day I fight, just to get up out of bed, only to be met with critique. Each day I fight, just to plaster on the fake smile, that has somehow become a living. Each day I fight, just to catch a glimpse of my reality. Once taken for granted, now lost at the surface. Because how can I explain, when I can’t even breathe? It’s pitch black. And I’ve been treading, chin up, sputtering, for years. I’m exhausted. How easy it would be to just give in.... |