The Chemist

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We all had dreams when growing up, some dreamt of becoming pilots, other astronauts. The rollercoaster of life caused some of us to become chemists, whether by choice or not. Chained to their laboratory, experimenting, and forfeiting sobriety.

They play the chemist with dull knives till they are on the floor hitting the ceiling and falling off the cliff, tiptoeing in the void, leaving behind a broken Lego house. Staring from the deepest of the deep end up to the world that others live in, searching for the sun but they meet only with unnatural lights that burn their skins to their bone, sharing their ‘sins’ for the people above to point at.

They chained themselves consuming their chemistry, till it’s the latter that is consuming them and dictating their moves.

We fight off oppression, looking for independence and freedom but we put to the side those that are oppressed by their alter ego, addiction. Should we not extend a hand to help?

The society we live in taught us to turn a blind eye to those that are struggling and to show them that we are better. Their humanity is slowly burning up, leaving them to die over and over again in their head. Dull knives are twisting their insides, making them ask for more chemistry to ease the pain that they create.

Countless left their lives in the pursuit of chemistry, being animals in a cage constantly tortured by the small voices inside their head. They will lift the telephone to call for help, but it’s the demons of their past that answers, they cry for help, but people will say ‘you made your choice now deal with it’.

Who do they turn to when spirits are their only friends? Where do they run to when their house does not feel like a home anymore? The only recourse they have left is to pop one more and hit the floor in an eternal slumber, finally rid of the pain.

They ultimately renounced a family, a future and love. I saw the pain left behind firsthand, I am lacking words to explain the pain or to give any encouragements, take care of what you have before missing it.

 

Special thoughts to the victims of drugs and addiction, and to the close ones of the victims. The fight is hard, but with support and humanity there is hope, do not let that hope extinguish.

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