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Final Drink
Drinking's not working tonight. Emotions run thicker than blood. The concept of my thoughts filling my body, makes me want to cut.
The urges so deep inside of me, invisible to the naked eye. The consequence of my final decision is enough to want to cry.
This longing of evasion; to be free from myself. This hurricane inside me, so close now, to the edge.
All the pain and suffering, an end to all this hurt. And my biggest fear of dying? Is, will this time, it finally work?
Those are well-chosen words
Those are well-chosen words Issie... "emotions run thicker than blood"... especially after mentioning drinking. Real, imaginative, and expressive. Hmmm... I can't imagine you writing a real and personal poem like this if it wasn't coming from YOU, right? Please don't hate yourself - life isn't all rosethorns.
Cheers,
Adam_San