Tread or Dread

June 25, 2011
By deadmentellnolies BRONZE, Woodbury, Minnesota
deadmentellnolies BRONZE, Woodbury, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
I'd rather be hated for who I am then to be loved for who I'm not. -Kurt Cobain


Billowing blackness reverberating out my chest.

It swallows me whole and fills me up to the brim.

So hard to fight but I manage to do my best.

This melancholy ocean is difficult to swim.

I drown and my eyes go dead with obsidian.

Floating endlessly in this dead wake.

Wishing I could be in a meaningless oblivion.

Without a care of everything I put at stake.

To clean this mess I will need some white out.

As if I can still feel the smooth texture of

Those miniscule pills so white and stout.

I reminisce of loathe and love.

Welcome, your perfect little girl is here,

but she craves the day she can grip that beer.


The author's comments:
I wrote this during one of my many drugs binges. It compares depression to an endless black ocean, it is either tread or dread. Enjoy.

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