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Replace or Displace?
Two poems unsaved, maybe for the best
for the words were full of barbs to hurt
from an injured pride, words full of malice
another poem to take their place
falling down, and old habits come back
dope me up and take away the pain
keep me from myself, maybe it's better
than wallowing in this self indulgent pity
spewing out words that do nothing
but cause schisms in friendships
and wounds that won't heal
if they're ever seen, and venting those that aren't
take my pain and displace it will pills
not healthy, but what the hell
i'm already fucked up, so what's the point
a fucked up individual, doing fucked up things
drowning his sorrow and hurt in over medication
forget the wrongs done to you, and forgive the circumstances
let bygones be bygones and so on and so forth
leave the hurt behind in a haze of numbness
some things are best left unsaid
taking the easy way out, don't cause strife
in a life so full of it already
don't hurt the one whom you helped so eagerly
let the slight go by seemingly unnoticed
take the passive way out, don't confront them
let them get on with their life, and leave well enough alone
so cliche a situation, but what isn't now?
