Sodium Chloride Cyanide

Salt is an accessory, not to be consumed alone
But, salt is bitter
Shrewd white crystals that should be used in moderation
But I ate too much
Clumps grasp at the walls of my throat
Not all the water in the world could wash this away
After all, salt loves the water
The bitterness loves to slide down my sleek face

I cannot overcome this taste- I’m so thirsty!
What have I become? 
I hate myself.
I hate everyone!
I’ve forgotten what other flavor tastes like. 
I’m not sweet
Was I ever so? 
I don’t know anymore.

God, the salt is a painful poison!
An addiction that overtook me
I hate myself because
I love everyone.
It wasn’t meant to be.
Love means giving your everything
But, like salt, I am at my core, too much.
I just want to enjoy the misery alone!
With the self I didn’t choose to be.
I hate logic
I hate emotion
I need people more than they need me
But when I shun them
Then they plea

“This is so bland, so dull!”
“You are so different, so special!”
But I’ve made the mistake aplenty afore.
I didn’t know then what I know now.
That depression tastes so much better
With more than a pinch of salt.

This poem is about: 
Me

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