Eremophobia — An inability to Bear Living in One’s Own Skin

Summary

This web page contains a poem about suicide and addiction, written in memory of a friend who passed away, along with a link to a related article.

Abstract

The web page titled "Jails, institutions, death" contains a poem that explores the themes of suicide, addiction, and the pain of losing a loved one. The poem, titled "Eremophobia — An inability to Bear Living in One’s Own Skin," was written by Holly Kellums in loving memory of a friend named Jef. The poem expresses feelings of hatred towards the darkness and pain that addiction brings, and the loss of loved ones who succumb to it. The author also grapples with the idea that some people have to die for others to live and the unfairness of this reality. Despite the pain, the poem ends with a message of hope and resilience, with the author vowing to stand up and help others see the light. The web page also includes a link to a related article titled "A True Tale of Addiction and Suicide — When Death Brings Life."

Bullet points

The web page contains a poem titled "Eremophobia — An inability to Bear Living in One’s Own Skin"
The poem was written by Holly Kellums and is about suicide, addiction, and the pain of losing a loved one
The poem is a tribute to a friend named Jef who passed away
The poem expresses feelings of hatred towards addiction and the loss of loved ones
The author grapples with the idea that some people have to die for others to live
The poem ends with a message of hope and resilience
The web page also includes a link to a related article titled "A True Tale of Addiction and Suicide — When Death Brings Life"

A poem on suicide and addiction — sometimes those who die are the ones who helped us live

I hate you darkness I hate you pain I hate the shadows Can’t feel the rain

You steal our souls and bind us You shield us from the light Make everything we love so much seem like it’s not in sight

You make our friends and family Put poison in their veins You tell us we should give up cuz we’ll never be the same

We know there’s light that some have found You kick us back down to the ground

We search We pray We work Have faith We’ll take this with us to the grave

We know there’s a solution That others freely give But they say some of us die for the rest of us to live

Sometimes I can’t accept this Who really gets to choose? Who says which lives will be saved? Or which ones we will lose?

Sometimes it is the pure ones The ones who saved my life I wake up just to find out it was them who lost the fight

I can use this to get sicker I can stay stuck in the pain But they say there are no rainbows without a little rain

Don’t shield me from my process Don’t tell me not to feel If I have learned anything I know to keep it real

If Jef was here he’d tell me.. to keep my head held high He’d tell me to move forward and help others see the light

I remember when I sat there the day our close friend died He put his arms around me and held me while I cried

He said if he knew one thing One thing our friend would give He knew our friend would give his life if it would help us live So now I will stand up Get through another day I know he is beside us As we walk through this pain

Jails, institutions, death

Eremophobia — An inability to Bear Living in One’s Own Skin

A poem on suicide and addiction — sometimes those who die are the ones who helped us live

In loving memory

A True Tale of Addiction and Suicide — When Death Brings Life

A poignant tale of two suicides that gave me life and eternal hope