Saturday, November 07, 2015

how ironic -


people will do anything to numb the pain,
to forget everything in their life even if its just for an hour,
people are so damn desperate to eradicate 
the thoughts that never seem to go away
they'll fuck a random at the bar
wake up to the aura of a one night stand and 
sneak out before the other body wakes up
how ironic - you can't feel a thing yet you can fuck for hours,
crying out anything but their name because you didn't care to learn it
they'll drink and get high with someone they
thought was their friend only to wake up
in solitude the next morning in a foreign place
how ironic - you can't stand being alone yet you thought
you woke up somewhere that was the total opposite of loneliness
they'll try to kill themselves without actually coming to the 
standoff with the inevitable force we call death
pills,blades, drugs, alcohol, nightmares, blood
how ironic - think you can toy with the delicate thing we call life
they'll become slaves to one another; doing whatever
they are told by a complete stranger
they're told in the attempt to fill the void 
of solitude that they've created

how ironic - you wanted to get away from them 
yet you turn around just to fill that void 
with the exact thing that caused you
to numb the pain
in the first place.

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