Prolonged Annihilation

Oliver Hutchinson

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Prolonged Annihilation” is about what led to my substance abuse and the process during it.
The poems cover topics related to substances, mental health, abuse, relationships, and trauma.
All of which drained me to my rock bottom, allowing myself to break free from the horror of addiction and begin to recover. “

Sujets

• Poetry

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 31 mars 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669867500
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Prolonged Annihilation
Oliver Hutchinson

 
Copyright © 2023 by Oliver Hutchinson.
 
Library of Congress Control Number:
2023903449
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-6752-4

Softcover
978-1-6698-6751-7

eBook
978-1-6698-6750-0
 
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Rev. date: 02/24/2023
 
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Dedicated to those
Foreshadow
 
Chapter 1The Beginning
Chapter 2Downfall
Chapter 3Cry for help
Chapter 4then came you
Chapter 5mayhem
Chapter 6she takes control
Chapter 7leaving it all behind
Dedicated to those
Who suffer from addiction, abuse, mental health, etc. this world is cruel. We’re put through more than some could even fathom. Yet here you are. Breathing. Living. Trying. I’m so proud of you. Thank you for existing.
 
-me
Foreshadow
1 Everything seemed okay until it didn’t
 
One day, I woke up to do the things I always did. Brush my teeth, make a smoothie, hang out with friends, and focus on my self growth.
 
My hygiene felt like a chore, my stomach tensed at the thought of food, hanging out with people began to drain me, and I completely wiped away the progress I thought I was making.
 
All I could do was drive around and try to take time for myself, to enjoy the little things like nature, until that began to fail too.
 
Everything began to fall down and crumble the more time went on. So I distracted myself with people, places, drugs, and sex. Feeling something is better than feeling nothing at all, or so I thought.
 
The more I craved feeling something the more numb I was to anything and everything around me. I began to push everyone away and make it harder for them to stay, and it broke me more and more each day without fail.
 
So here I am, unable to be alone with my thoughts or else I feel as if the world will end. As if being by myself would make everything else that I have, crumble to the lowest point of earth.
Chapter 1
The Beginning

Broken butterfly
When I look at you,
My heart flutters into a million butterflies.
You’re utterly beautiful and you don’t even see it.
Why can’t such a precious creature
Not know that she exists?
Why can’t she let those that love her,
See past her built up wall of shame?
Who hurt her beautiful soul?
Who let her heart break into
Millions of pieces of glass?
 
The world is so cruel.
The most beautiful souls,
Are the ones who hurt the most.
Why must someone so kind,
Feel like such a fool?
What I see in her
Is a breath taking form of art.
Yet she sees herself as a boulder on a road,
Holding everyone back
From their happy lives.
She loves me not.
I hate how I don’t know what you’re feeling.
I hate how you call me your friend.
I hate lying alone at night in my bed
And thinking about how it would feel
If you were next to me.
 
I just want you to want me,
But I don’t want to scare you with my demons.
They always chase the good away.
Maybe you’re too good for me anyway.
And maybe I just need to leave it at that.
 
But why must I never get the good thing?
The thing that makes me laugh
Till I feel like suffocating.
The thing that makes my stomach feel like
Butterflies when you tell me that I’m pretty.