RMB Poetry 🖤

I lurk in your mind and I prey on your shame, getting you addicted and hung up is my favorite game.

I drive you to the bottle and razor that slices your skin, because making you feel worthless is my favorite win.

The blood begins to seep out covering white sheets, seeing you give up is my favorite defeat.

I see you lying in a shame painted red, all your internalized pain makes you feel better off dead.

My name is addiction and I feed on your brain, and I will not stop until I drive you slowly insane.

She can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist, the paint brush is a shinny razor and the canvas is her wrist.

As the brush strokes the canvas and leaves red horizontal lines, she can slowly feel the pain and screams being released from inside.

The walls begin to close in, and everything fades to black; she thinks to herself “thank you god….don’t let anyone bring me back.”

The voices in her head confirm she is worthless and should die, all she can do now is lay there and cry.

As she lies in her sheets turned into crimson tide, the blood begins to drain and the pain slowly subsides.

Because don’t you see she has a master of a sharp, evil kind; one that posses her soul, body, and mind.

They live inside her mind where evilness prevails, her demons are far from fairy-tails. This is the girl no one really knows, for inside her walls she is forever enclosed

There once was a girl that everyone thought they knew, she seemed so warm but her heart was ever cold. She tried to reach out, she called out for help; all the pain trapped inside she rather not felt. The knife was a relief as her cuts turned red, she continued to contemplate if she was better off dead. I’m sorry to my friends and family fore I put up a good fight, my addiction has overcome me and more so the knife. So as I say goodbye…I’m sorry I could not overcome this disease, it is as beast that has continued to bring me to my knees. I have no more excuses and plenty of regrets, all the pain I have caused haunts me and I can not forget. I’m sorry to my friends and family that have been down this road before, I’m sorry that interventioning me has become a chore. I hope you find peace in this goodbye letter, we all know that addiction never gets better.