This is not my own writing, but I stumbled upon this poem and had to share it. It’s so raw and organic that the author really gets a great point across. I do not know the authors name to give him/her their own due credit but this poem is pure artistry.
Slightly graphic (PG-13)
The stress just builds and builds
Like some pressure cooker left
Unattended by a drunken cook.
I sit staring at this screen with
A thousand thoughts running through
This cluttered volatile mind.
As I sit here surrounded by
Reminders of just how completely
****ed my life has become,
I only try to subdue my demons
in a futile attempt to feel “normal”.
The problem is I’ve never known normal.
Time and time again, I give in
To my unrelenting demons:
Sex, drugs, alcohol and hate.
Sometimes they bring relief.
But usually it is just more misery
And I just can’t take anymore.
I stumble up the stairs to the bathroom.
Once there, I stare into the mirror
And see desperation and pain,
malice and regret staring back.
This cycle can not continue.
I take out my phone and begin recording.
I leave this pathetic world one last
middle finger in the face as I
stick the barrel in my mouth
and paint the wall behind me
with frustration and honesty.