I felt you trying to take hold
Wouldn’t let you succeed
Cut free from the chains
With every drop like an IV
Mentally blinding but clear vision
From these chemicals inside me
It’s frightening the decisions I made
Honestly feels like I’m dying
It’s not likely that I will ever change
Making friends with my demons
Why should I be afraid?
So I swallow this sadness
Life through the bottle
Just to cover up my madness

About Amethyst Wilton

IT student from the Blue Mountains. I write poetry, lyrics, draw and paint.
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