Substance Abuse

A Poem by Lonnie

One glass becomes two.

Two becomes four.

I end up in this blurred state of being.

All my hurt rises to the surface.

I know I'm not this person.

I'm hurting.

I'm struggling.

Self- destructing.

Help me,

love me, so

I don't

lose me.

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Added on November 20, 2017
Last Updated on November 20, 2017

I'm 25 years old. I love reading. I love writing. Just wanting to relate to others and impact lives of those who feel the same way I do. more..

Repetitive

Familiar

I was wrong