N/A / NA (chemicals)

Wed, 02/12/2020 - 05:31 -- Aripari

Sorry, I’m n/a; I went m.i.a. There really isn’t much to say. I really wish it wasn’t this way. But guess what, it is! I’m sad, depressed abs pump my self full of chemical after chemical. I fuck up, I steal, I space out and you get hysterical. The needle, the knife, the bottle, the pipe, the pen. I’m slipping away, here we go again. Wake me, rush me, try to make me take a breath of air. But all I do is lay there and stare. You’ll never see my face or smile. But I promise, I hung on, even if for just a while. But these demons, they overcame. I hung my head on shame. For all your troubles, and mine, I am to blame. All I can say is; I’m sorry I’m n/a.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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