Addicted to escape

Thornspell.Mick

My mind tears itself apart, relentless and cruel.

I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.

Thoughts crawl through places they shouldn’t reach.

I want to act, to surrender, to stop feeling anything.

 

I reach for the smoke, let darkness fill my lungs.

I breathe it in like I have nothing left to lose.

I beg the haze to bury what’s screaming inside.

Just let me be numb enough to forget myself.

 

I reach for the drink, feel the burn crawl down my throat.

I want to wash away everything I cannot bear.

I let it swallow the parts of me that are hurting.

I chase a happiness I can only seem to borrow.

 

Under the influence, the chaos finally goes quiet.

For a little while, I feel safe inside my own skin.

I know the consequences; I know what this is doing to me.

But I’d rather destroy myself slowly than face the storm sober 

  • Author: M.Ts (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2026 11:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: wrote this about substance abuse and how I sometimes have to rely on them to not have any negative thoughts or flashbacks
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 6
  • In collections: Venting.
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  • sorenbarrett

    When the world is that bad that one needs to numb oneself one knows that one must watch what one does. Substances like sleep itself only postpones what is there. Well done



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