The Black Years Read Count : 19

Category : Poems

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I know, I'm not, who I used to be.
Yet this fear I have still takes control of me. I lose sight of me, I don't know how to believe in me, and I forget how to be me. 

I'm broken, that's a fact.
So many issues stacked.
It sometimes feels like a heart attack
With a full body ache and no way to prevent it.
Sleeps gone sporadic.
Thoughts of an addict
Trying not to redact
All the way back
To the days everything went black.


  • Mar 29, 2021

  • Lovely

    Mar 29, 2021

  • beautiful sir 😊

    Mar 29, 2021

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