For a long time, drugs and alcohol worked effectively to mask the pain that I was trying to hide from. Eventually their efficiency began to dim and no longer provided me with the relief I longed for. It was at that time that I wrote this poem.
“No wall, shield, or armor
Will work
When it comes to the heart
There is only hurt
Preparing for battle
Only protects your outside
But what defense is there
From pain on the inside
There is no such thing
As guarding your heart
When in reality, the heart
Is your most vulnerable part.”
