Chemical Reactions

Only in the haze
of chemicals and bitter inhalations do the voices take a break
from their typical shattering screams that dictate every breath I take
and ever word I speak
Every decision I make
and every bond I try to create.
The fog rolling through my brain
gets me lost in a place
Lonelier, but quieter.
The muted self hate is so welcome,
I don’t mind getting lost in this
sweet, quiet fog indefinitely
until the anger, the guilt
until the sadness and fear
dissipate along with the fog
clouding my mind

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