Slowly Eroding My Soul

in #poetry3 years ago


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I see you four to five times a day,

I don't even like you.

You're forced upon me,

By an non-listening soul.

They think you help me,

I have never felt so ill.

You're the only help I have,

I hate you more each day.

Person after person,

You are the same end result.

Why does no-one truly listen,

Does anyone have a heart?

You cause more problems in my life,

Stomach pain, irritation and strife.

I hate you to be honest,

You are my only relief.

Will they find an answer,

or just force-feed me more?

I hate you Vicodin,

yet I am your whore.

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Woah, I really feel your pain and frustration here. Wishing you brighter days ahead x

Days have actually gotten easier this 2021, lots of therapy this year.

I wish you well and quick recovery amidst the frustration.

Thank you old friend, now on to riches!