Never quite figured out what to do with myself
when things are too quiet, too calm
waiting for yet another storm to wreck my health
because both physically and mentally it’s too far gone.
Escapism, dissociation… fancy ways to say you’re hiding
from what? Who knows. But you know it’s coming.
Exhaustion is building and will eventually crash
almost three years sober and still feel like getting smashed.
So we do therapy with pen and paper, posting online
anything to avoid racking up more debt than medically necessary
held down by so much in the “land of the free”
it’s almost like they want and need us to be this weak.
Orion – 2021
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