Ooh. No.
There I go, There I go.
Headfirst diving,
Underground,
Falling down
this rabbit hole.
The ease with which
it carries me…
I know this flow, I know this flow
This tumbling crash
This wrecking ball
It out lasts all, It out lasts all.
Ooh. No.
Shards of glass, Shards of glass
Cut my soul, cause this ailing
cast my role,
calm my flailing
As I go floating
As I go failing
Back to the past
Back to the mask
No turning back, No turning back
And in this land
No Wonder’s left
A game of Chance?
Not this roulette
A queen So Mad
So red
So hated
Her heart’s been long
De-cap-ti-vated
And when she yells
Down from her throne
“Heads will Roll!”
She means her own.
A bed of roses
Crimson Stained
Their purity obscured
Their beauty maimed
And what remains, ‘Sno longer white
I share their shame, I know their plight.
I drink fast
but I eat slow
Devour , destroy
and won’t let go
I get so small
Run for the door,
Mayhem’s calling
Evermore.
Ooh. No.
Down this road, Down this road
Tho falling stopped
Discent did not
I’ve now made
This hole my home.
-ANF
ohdearmedotorg 
Love this poem about the chaos and self-destructiveness of addiction its fragmentary nature really conveys the fragmented nature of the addict’s mind. Also love your illustration. I was addicted to cocaine, alcohol, bulimia, OCD, shopping and more and my mind was like a roomful of confetti I could barely focus on a 2 minute conversation. Now I’m just coming up to 11 years clean and all my addictions and mental health problems are in recovery my business is healthy I’ve written two novels and almost completed a memoir through my posts on bloginhotpants.com on WordPress. I’ve never been so happy in my life!
Wow , thanks 🙂
This poem is amazing! Did you write this?😮
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I just saw this comment lol yes I wrote this
And thank you ❤️
Wow! Profound work.
Thank you!