In Essence of Life


You will not find solution
At the bottom of a bottle,
Or the right words
After a thousand love songs

You will not find solace
From sappy poems,
Nor will you find happiness
In meaningless luxury purchases.

You will find it hard
To trust your doctors,
After all there is no peace
At the end of a prescription;

As you will learn that the whispers in your head
Will always be louder than the music already hurting your ears.

And lastly,
You will come to know for sure,
That there is no greater torture
Than being ripped apart from the inside out
By none other than yourself.

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