The Statistic
Will I ever be anything else?
I can’t move today.
Why is this cycle so vicious? Every potentially meaningful moment is promptly thrown away.
Will I be a statistic?
Will I finally discover the outlet that makes my body no longer crave this? My heart no longer miss this?
It is misery, and physically, my body is blistering.
How much further embarrassment do I have to endure to finally realize the answer? It’s as if there’s absolutely no cure.
I wish I were stronger than this.
I’ve cried more than enough tears to fill up those glasses that are usually filled with the stuff that makes the memories no longer exist.
Everything is an idea. There are no hopes, no dreams, no goals…
…just skills that are never applied, talent that’s wasted and yet another tortured soul.
I do not want to be another number.
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I left.
In the midst of all of the chaos, I left you behind. At your most vulnerable point, when you needed me the most, I packed my shit and I left. It was one of the most important decisions I’ve ever made. I wish I’d had more time to think about what to say in the short note I left, but I had no idea how long you’d be distracted on that work call.
By BrettNotGreg3 months ago in Poets
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This is so powerful, moving and relatable 💜 A very well-deserved top story x
This is so powerful, moving and relatable 💜 A very well-deserved top story x
I saw this and meant to read it when it was made Top Story. Then it got lost in the mix. So glad I did. As DJ said...with writing like this I can't see you ever becoming another statistic...as someone with my own mental health issues and a wife with mental health and mobility issues...this spoke deeply to me. Beautiful and frank writing.
Mere statistics cannot conjure compelling verse of this kind! Be of good cheer!
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Congrats on your Top Story!
Congratulations on top story!
Only a writer who really knows what he is talking about :(
Congratulations on Top Story!
There are people in the world who see you as more than just a number. But I get it. Overall, what relevancy do we all play in the grand scheme of life, other than becoming another marked grave? Morbid thoughts to have, but at least we contemplate the macabre rather than avoid it.
Deep! Very moving! Excellent work. Congratulations on Top Story!
As many feel now and throughout history Well said and written Congratulations
Congratulations 👏👏 for top story very amazing or interesting story relatable thoughts
Congrats on TS
Congratulations on your top story.
congratulations on TS. This hits home. I visited my friend again. After a severe injury, her mind and body are slowly shutting down. Her exact words: "I have no ambition, no memory of the injury, and no energy." Then she looked into my eyes and said, "I don't want to die." Your poem reminded me that I need to spend more time with her.
Such relatable thoughts.
The longing is palpable here. Congratulations on Top Story!
You'd probably be surprised at the number of people in this community that can relate to this. You'll find plenty of sincere support here, too, albeit "remote."
A powerful, relatable reflection on addiction- I believe there's hope for all of us yet, mate 💙
Regardless of statistic and number, you are important and unique in your own way. You are an individual that matters. The world will never be the same without you.
This was sad!
Yet another tortured soul- and so surely we all deserve kindness.