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I write a lot about addiction and drugs like I'm still using... And I'm not. I just remember the mindset all too well.

My heart has dropped into my stomach
and it's pounding, pounding, pounding...
And pouring blood into places it doesn't belong...
Leaving my veins dry and tearing
under the flow of dirt.

I separate myself; piece by piece by f*****g piece.
I'd rather kill myself slowly than let the world take the rest of me.
    {Piece by piece by piece.}

I want to spin like a child spins in circles to feel alive...
Spin like a spider spins a web to stay alive.
Spin like smack to know I'm alive.

And I don't ever want to stop.

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[Aimee Mahathy]

W.O.W!
I know, all too frighteningly well, the feeling of addiction and the concrete reality of the mindset. You might be clean/recovered, but that voice will still be in the back of your head, telling you those same lies you once told yourself and lived by.
I know, also, the feeling that a slow, self-induced suicide is a better death than the boring natural one, stolen by this world.
Though I never suffered chemical addiction, I was anorexic and bulimic for seven years (and I'm 19 now) and just now am I in recovery. That triumphant feeling of going days at a time without a single calorie was the best high I ever had, but time comes when one must say "enough is enough, it's not worth it"... but the secret longing for that disfunction will always remain.
Sometimes I still write from the un-recovered point of view, simply because I need to get those thoughts out before I give in to them.

This poem here is amazingly well-done! The format is impressive and the italics add so much to the overall impact~
Great job!