Marinating in Sadness

Cooking Yourself Alive

Sometimes you need lubrication to get by

The alcohol uses your veins as a rollercoaster ride

Your sadness remains empty because it was never full

Alcohol alleviates the pain but it’s only a game

You come crashing down soon after again

The ride never seems to end

You just start all over as if stuck in quicksand

What’s left to do besides marinate in sadness

You’re paralyzed on the couch, your bedroom or your mind

You stare out the window slow as time

The world is moving forward but you’re stuck

If only you can ride that rainbow like Daffy Duck

Your rely on drugs for hope and aspiration

But you come crashing down quickly

Your sadness was always out of luck

People want to get to know you

But you lost interest in them before they even met you

You give them a chance and you’re already bored

They don’t think outside the box

They’re too manipulated by what they’re told

Seeking self-comfort seems like the only option at times

Peace of mind and solitude eases the painful obstacles of the mind

Can you relate to what I am saying or is this just a facade?

Think about it again because by tomorrow you probably forgot . . .

Are you Ready? (This is Defeating Stigma Mindfully)

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