Addiction

Once you start, you will never stop. Forgetting is so much easier than holding on to the emotions that slip and slide past you.
You know this so you try to erase yourself too; you drink so that you might vaporize like alcohol (volatile substances evaporate-disappear instantaneously-magically); you inhale smoke into your lungs, hoping that if you hold it there long enough, it’ll make you buoyant too.
And the pain. Always the pain. The pain blurs out every straggly strand of reality, makes the black fade into white so that everything becomes a monotonous mess, turns blood into concrete, and then erases itself too.

Author's Note

Critique as much as possible. How do I make this more emotional? Or is this emotional enough?

Reviews

[Sibt-e-Hussain]

jam-packed with feelings, filled with heart aching words – Bravo really, I have inspiration from this thought i.e. "people who drink to drawn their sorrow told them that sorrow knows how to swim" Thanks a lot for publishing.

[Reaching for the clouds]

Well described. This is so sad and a little hard for me to read since addiction has been all around me.......