Nikita Foltz
Joined August 2017
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Broken Pieces
Pills scattered across the floor, as I watch you pick through an assortment of different pharmaceutical remedies, all I can see is broken pieces. They are no longer medication, but have become your damnation. No longer an excuse to get high, but your only escape, the only way you can hide from the pain & self-hate that tears you apart from the inside. Internal scars you try to hide, not from others, but from yourself. Moderation has become nothing but a vocabulary word, & I sit here watching you, silently, because I know nothing I’d say would be heard.
By Nikita Foltz7 years ago in Poets