I built all these Walls so I can feel protected

So I don't feel the pain of being rejected

Avoid the corruption of being infected

And keep the facade that is always expected


Within my fortress I tend my incisions

Festering wounds from decrepit decisions


I can not fend off the encroaching necrosis

So I deal my liver a bout of cirrhosis

And cast my mind to a world of psychosis

I blame other people as if they imposed this


These Walls echo screams of complete desperation

Yet outside, reflect a face of elation


I keep buying this liquid that drowns my sorrow

Hoping to feel better by this time tomorrow


But this pain will come back as it always will do

The pain of regret, these memories of you

Alone in these Walls I fight back what is true

These echoes just curse and will never get through


Instead of dealing with these problems at hand

I drink to be numb, or until I can't stand

I destroy all my hopes I long ago planned

And complain about life because it's not grand


So I'll remain in these Walls until I grow old

To spare those I love someone dead and cold

  • Author: DyingDreams (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2017 01:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem I wrote in rehab. I had an intense stint with alcohol about a year ago and it destroyed a lot of my life. I am 9 months and 16 Days sober at the time of this post
  • Category: Reflection
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  • niallprideaux

    Incredibly powerful stuff this! Very well written 🙂

    • niallprideaux

      And congratulations on your sobriety!

      • DyingDreams

        Why thank you ^-^

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