A quiet room, the silence loud,
I reach for comfort in the crowd.
A little pill, a fleeting high,
To ease the pain I can’t deny.A drink, a smoke, a numbing taste,
To blur the edges, slow the pace.
The world too sharp, my thoughts too deep,
So I take the dose and fall asleep.But when I wake, the weight’s still there,
A heavier heart, a deeper despair.
The medicine fades, the ache remains,
Quotes:
“Self-medication may offer temporary relief, but it often obscures the deeper wounds that need to be healed.”
“We often turn to self-medication not to solve our problems, but to escape the pain of facing them.”“In seeking comfort through self-medication, we risk losing the chance to truly understand and heal our pain.”
“Self-medication is a double-edged sword: it can dull the ache, but it rarely resolves the underlying cause.”
“The ease of self-medication can lead us down a path where we forget to address the true source of our suffering.”
Tangled tight in unseen chains.I try to fill the growing void,
With something sweet, then something void.
Yet still I search, still I crave,
A peace I seek but cannot save.There’s more to heal than what I take,
More to mend with each mistake.
But in my hands, I hold the key—
To choose to face the hurt in me.
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