​Seeking my own sacrifce

I use to find quiet. Through substances. Through the bottle. Through someone else’s legs. Through accomplishments. But like any other medication, I seem to have build up a tolerance. I can’t seem to find it now. Which only makes me crave it more. What’s the answer? Reaching out for something more potent would probably kill me. But don’t I already feel like everything is so loud that my ear drums are bleeding and my brain feels like it’s could ooze out of my eyes at any second anyway?Wouldn’t you rather die feeling light and bathed in stillness? Isn’t one much more kinder than the other? Which would you choose if you were me?

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