I'm 12 days clean
I should feel happy
Instead, I feel sick.Like I'm balancing on a tightrope
I teeter tottering back and forth
I might fall any second
With any touch, I might dissolveI find myself praying
Closing my eyes
I find strength, as I do
And so I balance a little longer
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Are You Satisfied? (Poetry)
PoetrySociety holds us down- in more ways then one. Its chains wrap around our arms and legs, pulling us farther away from our true selves. Tell me, are you satisfied? ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ Mention of Bl**d Mention of Su!cid3 Mention of r@p3