My Poison

It’s my poison

This yellow liquid

Bought ice cold

In a glass bottle.

It’s the craving feeling

In the pit of my stomach

The desperate desire

To block out my emotions.

It’s the jealous rage

That fills my body

When I see someone

Tip a wine glass to their lips.

It’s the hunger for oblivion

And the ache for alcohol

That ruins my relationship

And destroys my life.

Bordering On Broken

It is like having a child in my head

Screaming at me constantly

Telling me what to do

And begging for treats.

It’s like I’m a volcano

Waiting to erupt

At any time

And any place.

It’s like being tortured

By overwhelming emotions

And having your brain

Set on fire every day.

Little things like an argument

Or losing a pen or a pound

Cause me to lose my shit

And fall broken to the ground.

I don’t trust anyone

Especially not myself

And my life seems to be ruled

By this thing called mental health.

It’s being so alive

But only just at times

It’s like being punched

In the heart numerous times.

Borderline

I’m a borderline

Whatever that means

I’m shattered glass

And broken dreams.

I need something

To dull my pain

Whether it’s wine

Or even cocaine.

I’m crossing boundaries

And lying to those who care

Making bad choices

What to eat, what to drink, what to wear.

Harming myself is nothing

Self-destruction is all I know

Taking too many pills

Not caring if I stay or go.

I hate myself so much

I feel blackened inside

Like a charcoal skeleton

Rotted, dead, died.

I’d like to be happy

And confident in my skin

But for now I’ll keep living

Seeing each new day in.