I literally wrote this poem while I was actually intoxicated. It still came out pretty damn good though, enjoy <3

Love,
Alcohol,
Depression,
Anxiety.
These are a few ways to become intoxicated.
Mentally poisoned.
I am no longer in control.
The placebo effect takes the reigns.
Now I can be intoxicated as the drug wears off.
An endless fantasy.
Alas! I can be with you!
Join hands with you.
Wrap my arms and legs around you like a vine
slowly growing out of control.

Extracting my life and energy from me as if it were poison.
And yet,
I see you as my antidote.
As I
step
back
into
reality,
the pain resurfaces.
It is the life jacket that will never let me drown.
I float on the ocean's surface endlessly,
never able to forget.
Intoxication does so little
so little.
I am terrified because it was not
you or
the alcohol or
the placebo that dragged me to hell.
It was me and for that
I will burn.

quotes, life, and ernest hemingway image
Stay Mermazing,
Seraiah