My Addiction Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die
My Addiction
Cutting.
My drug
my addiction.
But I realized
it's only a quick fix
not my cure.
It only stops
the rush of depression
pain
loss
disappointment
hurt
for a little while.
It's best to suffer quietly
and become lost
in the overwhelming wave of depression
and let it take you.
Because if you resort
to physical pain
because the emotional
is just to much to handle
it will take you eventually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 4:44:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
some times activity helps.. still some is much darker than others..iip