Addiction poetry

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I lived by the needle
I lived by the pipe
I lived in the streets
I lived out of sight

I stood in the dark
I stood in the fire
I stood all alone
I stood for my desire

My heart had turned cold
My feelings numb
I was losing this battle
And than sum

I would talk to angels
But listen to demons
Strapping on liquid cuffs
While praying for freedom

I would try to cry
But no Tears would fall
I had so much
And lost it all

I was truly on my own
Everyone disappeared
No family no friends
It was what I always feared

So I lived
While slowly dying
Praying for wings
Dreaming of flying

Until I searched
Deep inside
Finding my lost soul
I could no longer hide

Than I stood tall
Heart broken and bruised
And walked towards the angels
Where my soul could be soothed

Caitlin daquisto

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That’s beautiful Caitlin, thank you for sharing - you’ve really got power and pain (and hope) in there. It’s really good :star_struck:

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That is amazing!!! Thank you for sharing!

I hope you share more. You have a talent for sure

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Will anyone understand
That I am full of scarrs
That are embedded into my soul
That I am more wolf than woman
That I was born wild
That even though I live in the dark
I keep searching for the light
That I am resilient
That I am a survivor
And even though I am broken
I am still beautiful
I am beautifully broken
Imperfectly perfect
And yes sometimes I fall down
But I always get back up
Will anyone see my strengths
Instead of my weakness
See my flaws and love me anyway
Will anyone see that I became a warrior
Not by choice and understand that I am the woman I am today surviving in the wild
One day at a time
Because I will always be a wolf fighting to survive

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I see you @Caitie

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Thank you :revolving_hearts:

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This is an entry from my journal, dated 8/01/2021.

BOTTLE OF LIES

I drank to ease my pain
Now I’m hurting even more
I drank to be more conversational
But I just slurred my words
I drank to have more courage
Now I can’t show my face
I drank so I could speak my mind
Instead I screamed in your face
I drank so I could just forget
Then I completely blacked out
I drank so I could feel romantic
Now I can’t get it up
I drank so I could be more social
Now I only drink alone

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Happiness comes in a glass bottle.
Amber liquids singing siren songs with
promise of love and acceptance.

Sickness comes in a glass bottle.
Lost moments of time and space.
Thumping head, twisted stomach, and crushing anxiety.

Despair comes in a glass bottle.
Empty bank accounts, broken families, and the realization that I cannot stop.

The Devil lives in a glass bottle.

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Awesome. :+1:

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Thank you!