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I can't repent now, too lost to save,
when im at home whackin the sack it puts my weeny into attack parents home I run like its track my wee wee is out with a video, all black
Nature versus nurture, the spirit versus the mind, who am I at my core and what have I learned from my interactions with mankind?
I quietly lit a cigarette-the terrible ideas always winbecause they can.tempered glass breaks the ice.  I contemplated picking up the pieces...              but it was a beautiful night... I was lost in a song from another time, and the moonlight
Tell me about the scattered-star sky. 
I've lit the cigar once and everytime I do, I get more addicted. Everytime l stop and look at you,
I've lit the cigar once and everytime I do, I get more addicted. Everytime l stop and look at you,
who dwells with us in the unseen standing over as we sleep?  in the mirror, someone not us yet too familar; staring deep, dissecting our sins with icy precision. we are its vision of a world less dark,
The Handbook For Generational Hereditary Addiction One: Don't do drugs.  Yes, that includes weed and alcohol. Two: If you do smoke or drink, be prepared for the 'gateway drug' lecture
You say the shoes need filled By someone greater than I You think they are still too big Just like your ego—I mean the figment From which my imagination grew? But what you fail to notice
I wanted to be a singer. I wanted to be so many things Things you used to tell me I could Things you told me I would be But I can’t I never could And all I can do right now is
i.  I say I don't like being copied, but then I go and copy you.   ii. I can't live without your imput and telling me what to do, weird
i.  I say I don't like being copied, but then I go and copy you.   ii. I can't live without your imput and telling me what to do, weird
HOW After all these years After all these fucking years HOW Do I still feel the same HOW After all these years After all these fucking years NOTHING  Nothing has changed
As I feel the shame of my nasty habits hanging by my flesh A crescent moon in the sky appears She may not be the hope in a God far away Or the expectation of a God yet to come
three houses, one hotel, and it seemed every guy on my street still conversed at the corner. there's always an element to hide; some grams of H' to the breast pocket, weed and some ganja. Green;
She died long agoI cannot believe it nowHow life could end so fastWhere did she go? You left me behindHow could you do that?You chose the drugInstead of family.
  This cup of coffee Is like the blood in my veins It's just important as oxygen I breathe Without it I'm only half a person like a zombie   this substance dependence
When a man took drugs, it wasn't intelligent or nifty.Drugs killed him one year ago today at the age of 50.He was born in 1971 and perished after living on this earth for five decades.
When it comes to doing good
When it comes to doing good
When my friend was a teenager, he started smoking pot.If you're wondering if my friend is still alive, sadly, he's not.The pot that he smoked led him to take worse drugs like Meth.
When my friend was a teenager, he started smoking pot.If you're wondering if my friend is still alive, sadly, he's not.The pot that he smoked led him to take worse drugs like Meth.
My head, it hurts, my nose, it burns, but I know it will all go away, I start to float up, I start to see black, and I know that I am free.   I don't have to worry, I dont have to fear,
so much has happened  since i've last wrote.  i haven't been taking the time to write as much as i used to and it's because i'm not lonely anymore well, not as lonely as i used to be 
It’s easy to become addicted to love you know. The intoxicating heat and electricity snaking its way through your bones And reaching your eyes The flash of hazel lighting streaking across your eyes when it does so.
You've never stopped being my soul mate For 40 years . As corny as that sounds And you would laugh at me if I said it. But the butterflies never quit in my stomach, Memories of you pop in and out of my head
Writing this poem So I can finally tell you how I feel Sorry that sometimes you don't want to deal With all my trauma and emotions What I gotta do take a whole bottle just for you To realize I'm hurtin
addiction haiku   desires of the flesh mock, mock, mock my resolve  choke my soul to death    lost in online ads
We was once there together living in hell but praying for better It was all worthwhile you raised me with care from a infant to a kid  From there i am here we moved as a unit was joined at the hip the heart 
We was once there together living in hell but praying for better It was all worthwhile you raised me with care from a infant to a kid  From there i am here we moved as a unit was joined at the hip the heart 
Sun shines through the window like a dream. Perfect and challenging leaving almost no steam. Clear heads to work amidst the fog of addiction. Simple recreation to tempt oblivion.
Nagging, aching, and unrelenting, ever unmet these needs A seperate being lives inside me, on my soul it feeds
Remember the days when we felt free Back in the days when we were happy as can be Not a worry in the world where all our dreams came true When we believed at the end of the rainbow was a pot of gold
These days Im not the same so much darkness that surrounds me and I wonder if anyone in my life can truly relate to how easy it was to numb the pain to shut the world out lose myself in the endless game
These days Im not the same so much darkness that surrounds me and I wonder if anyone in my life can truly relate to how easy it was to numb the pain to shut the world out lose myself in the endless game
I cried.  I sobbed.  My whole body shook and trembled from my cries. Thoughts bounced back and forth in my burning mind.  It was non-stop. 
His skin, it was so soft.  His laugh, it made the world so bright.  His eyes, they told an amazing story.  If only he had stayed alive longer to notice.  To notice that he was more than just a person. 
Today, a day like any other, the summer winds blow gently through an open door, I am happy, content, filled with hope for the future.
Blamed for the bottle I'll never forget. Blamed for the abuse Hovering over me, reeking of the stench Pouring out drunk love At any moment it felt like this could be it. All I could do was sit and listen.
Rare times, I think of you Time goes by. Less I long to see you Days turned into months Months turned into years No longer do I shed tears You seem to be okay. I am okay too.
Tell me of all the idiosyncrasies you developed as a result of your first trauma,and I will tell you of all the times God has let me down.Follow me down twisting alley-ways and one way roads,
Goodbye to the old me, The one full of sadness, pain, and misery. She never seemed to show a genuine smile, Only when she knew she was gonna get higher. Searching for the love that was lost, What a low cost.
Fff For a minute you liked me. The next blink set me free. Was it easy for your misery? “ There were reasons to believe . No jokers and no sleeve .”
Unspoken, unidentified tragedies ... I wonder if bad news and devastation are better delivered With the merciless blow, like finding out you'll die just before Christmas
I wanted to read but my mind was at work Listing all of the things it had seen, felt, and heard There were days void of hope, there were nights spent in tears Over all my love, dope, had costed me through the years
Heavy-minded, weak of will I watch you lay your life down You're hot and shaking from the thrill Of atrophy at work
Like smoke, we were dispersed after the poison of our fun Went in and out, left cancer's promise on a pair of lungs Atrophy at your heavenly side is worth all the waste
With each years' dawn I'm leaning toward a shoulder's setting sun For each new breath of life, we must embrace the lies we've sung
A moment gives life Twists us to pain Grants us reward Redemption A moment strips us of dreams not yet had And sure enough we can all fall in collective defeat
Hiding in mundane scenes of normality, somebody's vacant kitchen feels like it could never feel like home to anyone, it's haunted by the living
Why me!!! When the world is limited to me, Voicing out the cry out of me, Shading out the warm tears in me. Living a life of hopeless, Where progress is clueless, My freedom become priceless,
He is the sun that lights the way To the peace I have been  hiding from the truth Love is lost so easily resentments build up kept silently breaking solid ground walking on eggshells is not as easy  as it sounds 
He's scary and he's evil  He's getting in my head Lack of sleep is killing me From the outside I look dead He misbehaves forever He is my influence 
When i was stumbling in the dark,confused and crying out for help, this friendly fello seemed amused;   And while i fought like anything to keep the candle lit  he cheerfully reviewed
Out among the disappeared Light seems illegal and deviant Eerie and mysteriously still -- The flat-line of desires, The ghost of the former existence Blurred away heat-seeking focus --
Thanks, bud, for the light. 
This feeling I haven't had in a while Heartbreak fake smiles For every pretty girl That wants to be mine I don't wanna lie Can't give them all my time to busy writing rhymes
I'm a broken man, living but barely hanging on to this ledge. I'm undead, heart still beating, but unfocused on this path ahead. I wish I could make admins, with all the tortue you put me in.
I feel so fake, My heart has been replaced, With a void Full of pain and hate, Ill be not okay, When I'm with you i feel im out of place, But girl you have to see
Coded In Your Thick Armor Ready For The War Tainted To The Mind          Lethal To The Body A Weapon Of Slow Reaction Loaded Fluids Rumble Underneath Fight Off The Urges To Go Again
I'm sorry I cant change the way my brain displays these fragile thoughts at 8AM I havnt slept yet but the empty pill and beer bottles next to my bed speak a message deeper than I can... maybe you should ask them.
I bring nothing but an empty vessel My soul was once apart of this flesh and bone With the devil , I wrestle and finally I gave up
When you turn up the loving it heals the broken parts of me. You create a love so strong it takes my sight, it’s blinding. Feels so damn good, there has to be something special about me.
Do not we all have addictions of different kinds Some like mugs of Budweiser sharp at seven Others love their late evening shots of Tequila Few of them have fixations for meth or cocain
A Dark Love Affair The guileful dark angel commands her mind, body and soul, Wreaking a path of destruction as she sadly unfolds.
Where is the comedy in all this bullsh*t Can I find humor in my life, this mess How do I smile when I know I am part blame? I’m responsible for the condition of my life, living on seems insane
We come from all walks of life, For some reason brought together here. Learning how to reach new heights, Learning how to cope with our fear. There's got to be purpose underlying it all,
Sit down; let's play a game. Sleep sound; the monster's been tamed. Still loud; the voices scream: "Let me out; you know you're just a fiend."   "Slow down; I don't wanna play.
Questions in my mind Floating inside without any answer, I am mum right now Got nowhere to go Darkness surrounding No chance of light Vivid vision Nonetheless I am firm. Firm but clueless
POETRY... Has Now Become... My Number One... ADDICTION... !!!!! Giving Renditions By Using Diction To State My Position... We NEED MORE Truth And LESS DIVISION... !!!!!
i wish you would hold me  like you hold that glass bottle like its the only thing that can comfort you, the only thing that accepts you,  the only thing capable of keeping your demons at bay
Me and you in the feild of flowers staring up and the giant towers making up our story as we were going though back then i didnt know the hatered flowing I was happily skipping around thinking we were bound
When we were younger,  Sitting on a fallen log in the creek behind your house, you always pushed the limits: making each memory I look back at now feel like an enchanted adventure. You became a traveler;
I fell in love with a goddess So I know the feel I've kissed a human, I know the difference Kissing her isn't real
When I started spinning circles and asking God why, There's a feeling I got that came from the sky. I was drinking and drugging just trying to have fun. Thats no life to live, I'm telling you son.
Your eyes are cold dark dead like your soul you say you believe in God almighty in Jesus name amenI hear your voice ringing in my ears my hearts beatingI hear the bell ringing, the door knocking the card chopping My hearts beatingClick click click
  The torment of a drunken mind...Poisoned by thoughts that keep me up at night.My eternal fight against this relentless hunger, just an image of hope that I destroyed when I was younger.  Now creatures of psychosis eat away at my dreams, slowly s
I’m sorry that destruction doesn’t take mercy on roses. I’m sorry that some mistakes don’t burn themselves out with smoke in their wake, but rather spark and catch fire, ravaging and burning and killing.  
I'm proud of myself and I have something to say.I quit smoking last year on the 3rd of May.It was one year ago when I smoked for the last time.When it came to spending money for tobacco, I haven't spent a dime.
The Ashtray In The Corner   There’s an ashtray in the corner Ghost of past lovers on my wall They’re haunting my propriety
I love you.I love you like you love the alcoholYou pour down your throat.The sore throat that spits sour wordsFrom your poision tongue.I love you like you love putting your hands on me
Catastrophe shaped like a masterpiece These drugs put her at ease  So she sells her soul for these things  And as she walks home with the cash in her palms  Her insides fall apart like she swallowed a bomb
Look there goes Dopey A real methed out fellow Skinny and pale His drug and complexion match Yellow He's a clucker without pillow Lost Just waiting for food and rest To return
Mary Jane Societies Forbidden Love, Drawing controversy from everywhere including above She'll help ease your pain but return she leaves her stain; an obsession of the brain which most can't refrain.
I believe in ghosts Once alive but now dead and empty on the inside Meth has become their host To The Shard I propose a toast The cursed and inflicted mon the most
I feel nothing Nothing Nothing but despair It’s like a sudden wind that blows on you It’s fine at that moment
I feel nothing Nothing Nothing but despair It’s like a sudden wind that blows on you It’s fine at that moment
I feel nothing Nothing Nothing but despair It’s like a sudden wind that blows on you It’s fine at that moment
My physical body aches Terribly as it resonates through my bones like a chord plucked on worn acoustic guitar strings I beg for the release of the metallic chains of my inability to see beyond the depths of my own soul
I’m so high can I  touch the birds and feel their souls Im so high I can
    She wears her long sleeves, even in the summer, To cover her secret, to cover her shame.   It’s the only thing shes ever found, that quiets down her pain.
A warmth takes me on My thoughts are finally still This needle is love
The dark eyed mom is here again. I hope she’s not here to stay. There will be no meals or good-time feels And no, This mom don’t play.
    I Picture my veins             With little mouths,             and little eyes, with tears.             They have little teeth, 
Been ridin' through hell. My mind locked up in a cell. Who am I? Its getting harder and harder for me to tell.
You promised  To never leave me.  But you did.  And I will never be the same.    You were there For me When times were  The toughest  But now they're  Harder.
The drugs “did it” You didn’t mean to hit me You didn’t mean to scream at me  You didn’t mean to say all those things you said  But yet, you still lost me 
Another Anxious Animal Aiming Aimlessly Bears Bearers Brazen Barracudas Barrelling Cold Crazy Creators Counting Calculations Drugged Down Dreams Devastating Delusions Eels Erasing Endorphins Existence Enormous
Sorry, I’m n/a; I went m.i.a. There really isn’t much to say. I really wish it wasn’t this way. But guess what, it is! I’m sad, depressed abs pump my self full of chemical after chemical. I fuck up, I steal, I space out and you get hysterical.
I saw the dark side of the moon as I took another dive into my spoon soon it would be over now but some how I would feel justified or it be easier to accept the damage that been done
Hear my battle cry For the addict’s cries Who will listen? God witness these baby's being born To rotten situations See the dying breed of this nation All addicts made to be forsaken
Today I am happy. Tomorrow, I'm happier. But when is the right time? In the morning we're grumpy and sour and sweet. In the monring we're tired but don't eat the meat. We slurp smoothies.
I can swallow I can swallow two pills   At the same time And it gives me a thrill   Mixing my meds I find it addictive  
If you paid me just a dollar For every waking thought I've ever had
coke and acid and weed and girls that weren’t me but you were my only drug my only addiction   and to you, to you my drug of choice, to you I was loyal
i’m spilling this blood instead of the ink breaking the vows i made with a faux diamond ring carving into white marble
on my chest below my neck ornaments on my body i don’t remember asking for they decorate me but i seldom feel like art
You weren’t storm, but hurricane They’ll name them all after you now Through my rose colored glasses Your clenched fists looked like hands to hold
I am so madly in love with new york city The lights on the buildings Brighter than the stars And you, You were brighter than all the stars that night
So beautiful So many sounds passing through my ears Listening to every bird chirping Every rustle of the twigs Seeing so many animals Deer, porcupines, bears, bunnies So tranquil So relaxing
Infamous flower- plushly petaled poppy your juice is a portal to perdition and pain... Brightly crimson or creamy China White, Do your partakers know that your embrace
express train to hell just left the station does anyone still have a reservation if so don't worry, it's alright if you do we'll just get you on the way back through those already aboard were arriving soon
I loved him. I loved him more than I would ever love. Afterall, he had raised me. But once that golden liquid made its way into his brain, a numb merciless heart replaced the kind one I had grown fond of.
Smoke to ease the pain away just for a little bit My brain moving at the speed of light I be thinking ‘bout some real shit The feelings of depression falling over my shoulders with that blanket feeling
The past is the past for a reason,  That is where it’s supposed to stay. But some cannot let it go, A prisoner of my past I will stay. 
If I could do one thing in my life That my heart desires to ask What truth lies What made him do that task Even though he knew that we would get to know the truth somehow Which would make him look low
Hardwork loves success Who is the relative of money Hardwork strikes a ringing Cord in success heart,
Rest easy young one Rest easy soldier   They try to appease with money oil and greed But in order to succeed You don’t need faith effort or belief
Bound with gold,  wine – flush cries,  running here on your prayer. By now If you trust and obey my words:  the evil will be gone by mine own words, 
I always regret, Not for the fellows I met. About my decision, and my current position. Frequently tortures me, On whatever I see. Time doesn't stop Ran away beyond hope. I yelled in the dark,
I didn't think that getting older would be as bad as getting sober It’s like my mind's been trynna to escape me Suicide thoughts, been having them on the daily
Dear long sleeve shirt, 
Where are my feet? A phrase that could have saved my mind from drifting away with the smoke that carried it. Or maybe not. I didn’t desire the awareness that accompanied the grounding of body and soul.
I’m praying like there’s something out there but I’m just looking at an empty bedroom ceiling.
Screaming In room is hard for me. It's hard to believe you really cared for me. You said you loved me but apparently you loved pills more. Now somedays I wish I would have answered your voice at the door.
There are parts of one's self that can be change and there are parts of one's self that can't be changed. If your hair is naturally Brown , It can be changed to Orange if one so chooses it to be.
look me in the face and  tell me what's the case. is it kisses and hugs  or once again the drugs ...
“Who goes there?“ Said I into the black. No reply, except the echo back, Except the echo that, Bounced through the walls Of the cluttered hall, Giving way to pause, as my heart stalls.
I had this thing for someone that I knew was bad My freinds told me to leave him  Now he dumped me and I am sad I feel alone in this world I have a twin but she doesn't help My mom is in jail
I had this thing for someone that I knew was bad My freinds told me to leave him  Now he dumped me and I am sad I feel alone in this world I have a twin but she doesn't help My mom is in jail
You buy me flowers You kiss me on my cheek You take a shot of cough medicine And leave it on the sink
The mind of the young is bendable, But the prize a child has to offer is not expandable. Many children are told that life is what you make, But are not told it is easier to break.
SOME ADDICTS... Some addicts are funny, and some are not. Some addicts are in denial, about the addiction they’ve got. Some addicts are homeless, and some have a job. Some addicts don’t care, and live like a slob.
Contemporary age and the superstitious world Everyone seems a myth with consciences hurled "Selene, Endymion" lie in every imagination Claustrophobic streets are the example of infatuation
Sorry, I only take white when forcedWhen good ol' SaltedAnd Milk or DarkAre no longer an optionBecause ravenous seekersHave depleted the stockLike junkies chasing the horse...
When I was a dope fiend I had written words, (taken pen to paper time and time again)  that barely scratched the surface of things that got me going, that started me.   Chicken scratched letters embedded
my guts are knotted uptwisted i've been overthinking my old nature of sin seeking left my heart unwhole and leaky   nerves got the best of me anxiety keeps my chest sinking  
a shed full of bottles, some empty, some sparing but a drop of umber syrup for a  thirsty traveler.    pots and pans had long stacked up
I know what you are. Mom They asked me how I was affected at the situations you exposed an reflected
No one ever tells you wha.
Everyone has that one thing That distracts us for a time Alcohol, drugs or that special someone They take away the depression, they take away the pain
All throughout childhood I'd been advised to stay away Only now I feel emotion fade For this journey to the bottom of this bottomless pit Oh how I hope I wake at the bottom of it
Addiction has ahold of meAddiction is meIt is sexCan I overcome it?Addiction has ahold of meAddiction is meIt is cuttingCan I overcome it?Addiction has ahold of meAddiction is meIt is burningCan I overcome it?Addiction has ahold of meAddiction is
The world is dry and I wish to find an oasis, I am delirious with thirst and the scorpion's poison looks like lemonade I am trying not to turn to toxin but the things I feel are tragic I wish to have no part in them
It seems you’re always butt hurt any more. I didn’t mean to make you sore . Never bothering to digest my words. Emotional about the things you heard.   Butt hurt all the while , your wall cloaks my denial.
Just one more  I promise that’s it  Just one more  Then I promise I’ll quit.   Those lies you spoke  for so many years  An ocean of needles  and too many beers.  
There is darkeness in not knowing your path.You find out the hard way, the light isn't at the end of the bottle. Feeling helpless, like the world is just happening.Well it isn't, is it?
Time is nothing but an essencesBut moment make a lifetime Lying there, nothing but darkness surrounds I have been ripped to pieces, and continue to not make a sound, Mother, I whisper through the bathroom doorAware of the substances that coat her
Tokens Every boy I know has left a piece of them in my life And  Some have taken chunks of my mental  Emotional Sanctifying being  Replaced by materials Tokens
11 is an age to play with barbies, for a girl, To make friends and go to school,
For one month, I've been smoke free.31 days ago, I put smoking behind me.God and the nicotine patches have helped me and I'm grateful.And without those patches, the nicotine withdrawal would've made me become hateful.
Smart girl, smart girl how did you end up like this? I did not have a voice, I did not have a choice Smart girl, smart girl how did you end up like this?
Drugs were addicting. I suppose I enjoyed seeing everything and feeling nothing. Though I did kind of feel alive - to be staring into the face of the Grim Reaper. He once wrapped his hands around my throat.
a generic ringtone, a sound foreign to this 2am hour a beat as we freeze, glancing down, and then up "hello?" a motion towards the bottle clink, pour, swallow "things aren't looking too good" a pause
i don't like the alchohol  it messes with my head  instead i'll chat with demons that reside under my bed  the demons know my pain because they cause it every day 
Becoming   “Wow, you never ask for help You’re mature beyond your years” under all that calmness My body’s full of tears  
Oh how I use this substance to cover up pain  My life will never be same  The alcohol is like a sedation  My slurred words in conversation  A bandaid is what I call it  No it won’t keep me from falling
I have something to say and I'm not joking.In a few days, I'm going to try to quit smoking.Some smokers say they can quit smoking any time they want but I know that isn't true.
vodka bottles, secrets, and pain.  these are the memories that haunt my brain.   total disfunction,  chaos,  and abandonment.  this is when i learned i was in the midst of adolescence. 
Early in the morning I remember, waking up, smelling the tortillas. I did my morning routine, got my cup of tea, and said hello to my family.
Early in the morning I remember, waking up, smelling the tortillas. I did my morning routine, got my cup of tea, and said hello to my family.
I am addicted addicted to a drug that messes with more than just your mind It's called love. Love, Love, love. Oh, what a drug. take it once, and you're hooked Fall for it twice, and it could be your demise
Robbed of a sweet childhood, you stole my innocence. I wanted to save you and you punished me for loving you. I wanted to take your pain away, you wanted to intensify my heartache.  
All my life I've guarded my closest angels as they fell ill, Cursing sickness with demonic persuasions and washing down pills  with deadly compounds dressed in glass.   All my life I've watched
It struck me with the fury of one thousand lightning bolts. Although the cool ocean invited me, instead I chose to hit the concrete.   I felt the light of my being go out.
I feel like I just spent the night taking shots to drown out my pain. I can hear every word, every thought in my head like it’s a f*cking hurricane.
Black pools ripple in her eyes Dilated spheres of emptiness Proof that she’s gone again   She often does this Invoking her own insanity With those little white pills   She is home
It is a part of me A part of me I love yet hate It is a part of me A part of me I fear yet elevate A part of me That gives me happiness yet pain A part Through which I lose sleep yet wisdom gain
We sit around in circles telling stories of the past. Some of war, some of love, some of loss, some of laughs. We sit around in circles smoking cigarettes till they’re butts. Clutching to our memories
You were my longest love. My truest, maybe. I think you really cared for me. I know I did for you. We finished each others puzzles the pieces that were missing. You needed to be needed.
So the adage; The fall after a pride is true after all. At the crossroad I stand, Uncertain of the path to take this time around. Man for chill. After all I only live once. I took to abusing drugs.
I guess you are even playing the fool
Whose blessing like an aimless leaf I believe that juice is what makes me reckless I fall in love too quick A smile and i'm gooey with the knees You laugh at a joke I hardly speak and it's night I weep
Im truely Jekyll, my body is Hyde He leads the way acting as if my guide Im forced to follow due to the sun in the sky. Casted to the ground even by the force of light, However the opposite, I remain by his side
It was the same scene time after time, had me wishing i could fast forward or rewind and make it all go away, but I can't .... so it's all here to stay. A new day was a new nightmare,
The only thing that's constant is change, so I'm constantly changing. Taking responsibility instead of blaming, learn to forgive and swallow my pride, so who am I today? Jekyll or Mr.Hyde
When we don’t talk, I feel nostalgic and I want nothing more than to be around you. I long for you, why I’ll never know.
I walked into heaven damaged and scorn, With a heart so big, a heart so torn, With her, I found the meaning of life,  She was my soulmate, I made her my wife,
Life is hard under the EL, if you listen close there is a story to tell,
Crashing A 3am shower Sitting on the floor Hoping for the best Crashing Blacking out Losing contol Losing myself Crashing Waves of panic Shallow breaths Shaky hands
I shower twice a day Hoping that maybe I can wash off my stubborn filth Because every day, I look in this mirror Only to see the mistakes that I’ve made
I shower twice a day Hoping that maybe I can wash off my stubborn filth Because every day, I look in this mirror Only to see the mistakes that I’ve made
‘I don’t have a problem.’ He said as he takes another swig of whiskey.   ‘I don’t have a problem’ She said as she swallows her third Xanax of the day  
Cosmos queluudes Planetary Percocet Just a curious fleshling who spent too much time tempting Orions opiod abuse Whats the use Too high now to tie his own shoes All to cure his cosmic blues
I walked into heaven damaged and scorn, With a heart so big, a heart so torn, With her, I found the meaning of life,  She was my soulmate, I made her my wife,
I have no clue what I want to do in life. My brain seems to attack things, Nothing can survive my piercing gaze. Everything I see is quickly judged and cast out upon a twisted world.
Dedicated to someone special .
As you all watched me destroy myself. I cried the most tears at night. The level of desire to die heightened everyday as you called me out on life. Afraid of knives and anything sharp or loud I put my self destructive weapons down.
This is not a war story but one of victory. I can hear the freedom bells ring and my heart sings because once I was a captive now liberated by the King. But that’s just the thing I wasn’t always free.
See a couple pills that I just dropped. Hoping one day. I’ll confess I finally forgot, these haunting memories that never stop. All that helps is these drugs I bought. To numb this pain I always got.
She is screaming, yellingHer voice is so compellingThe fear is ragingThe anger that I'm cagingSend me to anger managementFuck it I can handle thisDie from a heart attackI can have my mother back Your illSo addicted do them pillsThrow it all away?T
Jacobi   12/17/18   After hours In the dark , concrete jungle Lit only by neon and the embers of my medicine
Everything reminds me of you. I say things that only you would understand. Part of me is gone but it had to be lost to find a new.   I miss your smile. I miss your stupid jokes.
Today’s a new day The clouds beginning  To give pathway for sunlight  If I look at that way  Who’s here at night  When there’s not a bit of light  To accompany the darkness of my mind
There is an unspoken fear Of the fear that lies within. Of the fear boiling in my veins, Of the fear peeling back my eyelids at 1 a.m. I say nothing.
There is an unspoken fear Of the fear that lies within. Of the fear boiling in my veins, Of the fear peeling back my eyelids at 1 a.m. I say nothing.
Alcohol wasn’t brought about to abuse it, It was brought about for fun. She doesn’t see; she just sits there, Drink, after drink, after drink. It hurts me, when I can see it coming, 
Her eyes lift gravity  created within her hands  I allow her to loop Push me into reverse and the trail  continues with my gratitude  My collapes I heap into her comfort  A state of solace 
Recall to mind his eyes  That floated away the same second  The same hour  The same day  That he spoke into the wind  Spoke into the Red Bull charging  crashing into my everest 
You smell it in the air Lurking trying to find you It has tooken the life of your brothers and sisters Your mother and fathers It has infected the world with disease 
I wake up light-headed and I touch my pillow, trying to put my memory back together but I just don't know how the hell I got home last night. I remember standing on the side of the road, my legs barely putting up a fight.
"NO!" "STOP!"  Don't let them see Don't let them hear you cry I know pain is the only thing you can feel inside Flashbacks replaying nonstop in the back of your mind "Mommy, Daddy, where are you?" 
Priorities were set, time was lost through stress.  Making time for good old buddies was all put to rest. Hours were rewarded, space for fun was given. But with an addiction, friends rarely will listen.
Recovery   Lost in darkness I can’t breath Break these chains Please set me free   I’m rising up Letting go
I love to stare at beautiful men their hair flows just right. looks like their jawline can cut me open in one slice. a hug is just like paradise  just fell their body next to mine  with those muscles
You pop pills  They popped you You drained bottles They drained you You lit up They lit you You shot up They shot you And now you're gone Every part of you, not just the addict 
                                                                     Juan Sierra                                                                     Oct 31, 2018  Drug Ballad  I’m happy, I’m great so I say I know everything’s going to be okay I co
“There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles” Chocolate is The Answer, Who Cares What the Question is!
Hands are cold  Body is shaking All the anxiety  Caused from the stress  It brought depression It brought darkness And the tears wouldn't stop They fell against the pillow
Dark thoughts, mainly suicidal Seeing things, like the devil right behind you No home, cause the devil stole your soul One wish, to put it all behind you Cold floor,
They told you time would heal. That eventually you'd make progress. So you carry on. Sometimes you go days, weeks without crumbling.
"Have you ever wanted something so bad,  that you find yourself mesmerize when she passes beside you,
Oh, Fanfiction You are my addiction In film productions Where people are scared that the ships will be in destruction I never really understood grievance
Dealer pounding at door Last hit tastes so good I owe tons of money
Take another. How much harm can it do, really? Drink me down like water. Skip the slow sips, guzzle down the burn like setting fire to your chest. Everyone's an addict.
Relations built on angerHurt my partnerMy feelings are starting to lingerI am trapped as a minor Keep pushing him awayWishing he would stayDespite the pastHis mindset makes it last
Don't Count The Day's How Long Our Relation Care What You Have In Present, It Does'nt Need any Complexion
I’ve witnessed addiction yank at the roots of a family tree.I’ve listened to slurred words that stung and blared violently enough to roam as a wildfirenesting inside weak hollow trees,blazing from the inside outuntil ash is simply a remnant of its
We were young and I was so high and I’m so sorry. I was always so high. I am always so sorry.
I went there again You know... The dark place Where I swore I wouldn't go anymore I did the thing I said I wouldn't do again But I did I'm sorry
etheral ututopian world shaken to the core carnage of murder,of kidnap and rape,they point that accusitory finger at all of which who don't believe screaming their scriptures at soil wrought sinners.
What people fail to see is the chance to be free, The power to be more, the chance to open doors. Like a locked cage inside where the pain won’t subside,
She’s tired all the time lately and her head is always cold  She just wants to sleep but everything is uncomfortable or aching 
M&Ms; and 7upHershey's barReese's Peanut Butter CupSnickers and a drink of Mountain DewThere are three flavors of Charleston ChewTwix; Twin BingSalted Nut Roll is kingI really could eat them after / with anything Breakfast, lunch, dinner and  
trauma is a teacher fired from catholic boarding school its leather bound ruler raps your knuckles “pay attention!” it barks “the world will not rest for you, lazy girl!” “the world is cruel and cold, a demon
To sit quiet and be nice wasn't kinda his thing He was known to all as the mighty sarcasm king He was shy and so very quiet He was the perfect man with that touch so polite ©mynightprayerwords Selly A
Lives flying, silent cries and teary eyes What more pain could you bring The sweet whispers of lies The passionate song that Death sings The lost hope that soon flies Along with those majestic wings
   Gemini woman is that you?.. Over there with your beautiful Fierce stare  well listen here my beautiful little zodiac queen . I want to know if it’s true?.. Is it true that your the one with the twin ?
by Ariel Douglas (18 November 2014)   I knew I was lost when my life spiraled out of control. I knew I was lost when I no longer wanted to live.
Should have known you were lying through your teeth when you said "best friends means forever." You know, I can say it'll never get better- and I can never remember why we even enjoyed each other's
I wish this wasn’t something in my life But when someone else does it, it becomes my strife. You crack another can open; I feel it cut into my soul. I won’t keep the sorrow unspoken; dying must be your goal.
I never feel like I belong anywhere and I always feel as though I'm in someone else's space.  I don't think this is the way I am suppose feel, I miss being secure and stable in the person I was.
These little things, they sell in magzines,they'll help not feel a thing.They'll make you laugh until you cry,they'll make you want to drop dead and die.These little white pills can help and they can kill.
They will say to stop  Once they find them Those thin slips of red lining your wrists They will say to STOPSTOPSTOP Find another way find another outlet find something ANYTHING
Why are the words I write more powerful than the voice I have been given?  My grandmother says God has provided me with ears to listen, and a mouth to speak, but my hands were never assigned a task. 
Why are the words I write more powerful than the voice I have been given?  My grandmother says God has provided me with ears to listen, and a mouth to speak, but my hands were never assigned a task. 
With the internet at our fingertips (at our disposal never leting us breathebreathebreathe) it is easy to see everything (wrong with the world) like
You sit on the holy hollow thrown in my body. Calling for salvation, claiming camaraderie The internal tick I tend to mend,sits on my chest, sinks into my irises. A sip, a snort, a huff whisper safe promises.
     do you think i'm stuPid? did yOu Really think i wouldN't find out? you told me you quit months ago but, i had my doubts. i didn't asK you to stop because I wanted to controL you. you toLd me about it before, why are you hiding it now?
You presented this to me when we were alone. It dangled before my eyes With its treasures found and stole Stripped from his soul heartbreaking cries So I kissed his pain Absorbed to make it mine
As I lay my head down on my pillow each night,I always think of how I am tired of the fight.This battle of addiction has gotten me tore up,I always feel like I need drugs or drink in my cup.
                  Dear Meth,        The monster you have created,        My eyes you have sedated.        The care you have to show,        The reason, I do not know.        I want you more than ever,
Do you wanna play twister with me? Want to roll up your soul with my spine, take off the meat suit, be able to fly. Let's escape in this starfall night, knock at my window, break my strings of logic, I love your psychosis.
I have seen into the light, For so long I never had it in me to stand upright, I was always so pathetic, I never looked in the mirror as my own worst critic, It was always up to me,
Gimme a Pix o' PIZZA I want a Pix o' PIZZA Hungry for a PIZZA Waiting for a PIZZA Hurry for ma' PIZZA If you want a tip a' Hurry with ma' PIZZA
A dog without a feather, A car without a sail,  My life without you pointless  As a frog without a tail.    As warts are for a princess, Your love is for my life. I need you like a daisy 
"Where did the connection go?" He asks as he sits on his phone, his body language screams, "Engrossed in a world that's not his own."
I knew it was all going to change, But somehow leaving seemed strange. . . The love is still living, and i'm still missing Although the fire had extinguished,  but  the stains are still burning
I’m thinking St. Jude has got a hold on me My head my hands my head Shaking so violently Hand me a bottle, babe I can’t breathe I need to breathe
As I sit, feeling of hopelessness The sound I hear, whispers sweet music The sound comforts me As I sit the silence surrounds me But in my ear the music is in me The music repeats over and over again
Her eyes blaze with guilt, and an outrage at being guilty. Being caught.   I patiently wait for the crows, who so lovingly printed their feet
We met in the wrong time We connected in the wrong time, We bonded in the wrong time, We hugged in the wrong time,
Dear Addiction, Your tendencies ruined my childhood, I never imagined that it would. Lies, deceit and death, all took me in one breath. A part of my heart broke, the day he never woke.
Dear Trenton Meyer,
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I DONT WANT TO So don’t But I can’t Can’t? Good! No I can’t not I can’t can’t I can’t not do What I dont want to.    But you try Do I try? When I try I fail
Dear Savannha, You’re my older sister My sister who told me family was everything My sister who laughed with me and shared memories
My “fashionable” addiction to cigarettes has given me a few things: One. A metallic flavor coating the inside of my cheeks , paired with a yellow tongue that tastes it.
Wake up at night   all I can see is your face   ten years and still not right   I wake up and think about   if someday in the void of bright white light  
Dear Jesse, don’t get high and stay in the sky. I thought about it more, and I realized it means don’t die.
FRUIT He said nothey said yesIt hung they're so perfect He said no, they said yesone little bitedeath
To Those Who Wonder Why I No Longer Trust:
Happiness cannot be found In the bottom of a bottle. Drinks and pills cannot fill A heart that has gone hollow.   Stand up! I scream when I know you cannot hear me. I can't!
ah, look at you. you’re a plum pit to me, a cratered seed of stability amidst rotting flesh, the nectar of bee stings rolling off you
Mirror, mirror, upon my wall. Tell me is this even me at all.  You have no choice but to show my reflection. Show me this and I'll pick out a new imperfection. So, what will I do today?
As a child, so fragile, so pure you broke my confidence as the blood rushed to my face when you said that I would never be anything in front of the whole class
Dear Cellphone,   I’m addicted to your blue light, That keeps me wide awake at night. The comforting glow that I’m sure you all know
Fight it, Come on, Fight it, I'm better than this,   Softly addictions whisper to me, Late at night when I'm all alone, But I'm tired of giving in, I'm tired of abusing myself,
Dear Life, It's a burning mess, and I'm one of the flames; Terminally depressed because it's all the same. Another Saturday night and it's one a.m., You're back on my mind, I just need to win.
In this world we inhabitseconds move quick as a rabbit and all humans grow obliviouscaring only for what is frivolous  Oblivious to the birdsmoving in herds Oblivious to trees dancingand leaves lively prancing All humans grow oldstaring into a the
The first knock at the door, curiosity. Gold stars badges with an unfounded look of grief, Wait a minute, isn’t your job to save the day?
You know it’s wrong once you’ve done it All up until you do it again. Your mind - your heart - your spirit doesn’t want it,  
It had been 90 days. She’d finally learned to leave it alone. It had gone from her mind, she’d resisted the images she let consume her, and the strange sensations she knew would hurt her.
Constance—You don’t contradict your name.You are constant in your wavering waysYou wave like reeds in the dry summer air—If the winds reeked of tobacco, and the reeds werewithered and frail 
Were you too misinformed to see clearly,Of how they were destroying your own soul?You opened your mind to them so simply,As if there was not a blood-l
Is it perfection you're looking for, huh ? A big painful circleEach point,perfectly aligned from its centre. Aren't you tired of,practical people-saying dreams are foolishand life is long
To pepper, you had to be so spicy. so tasty Small doses turned into numbness My sister ate so much salt in her meals that she forgot what salt tasted like
p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }a:link { } My head is full of cabin fever Nothing much to do— Except indulge, engorge, satiate, satisfy, consume Everything to do—
Dear Addiction, Time was flying, fleeting as we embraced Your eyes, capturing me, holding me fast Unbeknownst to me, toward ruin we raced
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit. You and me were best friends. We were the Thelma and Louise of our time and yes we flew over the cliff and plunged into the abyss.
Dear mom  I Remember being 8 years old and Running to the road  You wear screaming at me and calling me worthless.  So I thought I had no purpose. Mom do you remember? That's the same day 
Depression is my painful addiction that doesn't quit after twelve steps. Redefining the definition of trapped, the terror like an anchor tied to my body.
I drank the poison, And became addicted. You warned me to ease off of it, Then you went and flipped it. You became addicted to my addiction. But when I lost my supply, You made sure I got high,
Today I drowned in the ocean you created The ocean of blood that you watched spill Spill from the eyes that are now deflated The eyes you used to carry me into the dark The dark you thought would blind me
Why must I delay my cause No one here, knows my sorrow I’m but a man with no laws My sanity I borrow   I’m a sick and twisted fool
Hello Liz Today you drank some brandy but it did more than get you drunk you were supposed to walk a dog today but you fell asleep you were supposed to talk to your mom today but you fell asleep
You’ve always been there. From the day I met you my breath was taken away. You became my drug: My heart races when I am with you.
Because i love you, ill watch you struggle  ill watch you struggle for a better tomorrow with that needle in your arm and the coke in your nose Empty promises and hollow sorrows ill try to help you because i love you 
I feel like your choking me when i am around you, but i breath, because i love you.   I tried to fight my feelings,  but victory was impossible, because i love you.  
  He is a hollow shell found on empty beaches You try to get a hold of him, and he breaks in pieces His words are venom but his eyes are tears
Your pale blue hands grip the steering wheel.
Because I love you, I let you treat me like a human punching bag   Days in Days out, I seemed like I was the only one bad   Because I love you, I let you lie to my face  
I spill all these Constellations from My starry mouth, And pretend it doesn’t hurt, When I see you more enjoying the moon. -ajh.
Sex is such a given At this point, I wonder what else People will ever seek In a stranger. -ajh.
I am your princess, aren’t I? Isn’t that what you always say? So why do you put the bottle before me? Before your little princess?
I don't want to drown in your sea of sadness.I don't want to stand in your rain of madness.  I was a prisoner in your cave of sweet nothings.I was frozen in your winters, in love with your springs. 
Walking in the basement appartment that they were to be evicted from in 4 days, with a heavy book bag and a world of stress on her shoulders. She walked down
The last time he saw his mother was fifteen years ago. The more he got fucked up,   the less she wanted to see her own baby. He couldn't bring himself to stop. He only allowed himself to think about her
Because I am a young adult I will reach out to you whenever you are in need. Because I am kind, I will give you endless mercy. Because I am a rose who grew from concrete, I will empathize with you.
sometimes I take a sip of you, but you taste like whisky.   when you hit my lips, I cry in the ecstasy of nothingness.   as your warm liquor burns my throat, I wonder if I taste the same.
you say you love me say you love to fuck me  but I alway end up in the water I can't swim  Izaya I love you  but you can't see the bigger picture  it hard being gay  for a person who alway bitter 
Crazy how one hit can take you in, you just get so in to it. once your in you can't get away, even if your one love comes you can't get away from drugs. Addictive enough you can't go away, 
The LORD's Word Creates ocean waves They surf right through my brain The love of the Father Is what keeps me brave If you're interested and bothered To know my inner flame Then Salvation
You grow up understanding, Until the day you don’t. You grow up knowing, Until the day you won’t.   They tell you that it’s easy.
Swallow the pill, down the whole bottle, savor the cake, and watch the smoke billow, As a cheshire smile forms on your face, you feel at ease, like you're finally in place.
The Open Cage The cage door remains flung wide Yet the bird remains inside, Trapped by the wide open door, Blue like the world he won’t tour. Refusing to walk away
It's One O'Clock in the morning I'm in my room Woken up by the sound of shattered glass on the kitchen floor And the sounds of my Dads' voice He's cussing... Again   He's drunk... I say
Down the hole I go Swirling back into a rut. I fight my own mind as I bring the bottle to my lips As the liquid stings down my throat I collapse.
i cry and i get nostalgic scrolling through old facebook photos each click opens an old wound every comment a shatter of the heart because i miss the girl i used to be. Long hair and a smile
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish If only the learning process was as simple as it used to be Then people would see what addiction took from me.
sometimes I think about taking up smoking   I don’t really know why   maybe without the death toll I’d consider I’m not really up for dying
It bothers me that there's empty trash cans And trash covered streets People sleeping on warm beds with clean sheets When other people are trying to fall asleep With no pillow on cold hard concrete
I once spoke to a man with the same complexion, Whose suffered from the vast cruelty of rejection. ••••••••
My father loved a lot of girls He has the kindest heart But he fell in love with a certain girl  Who tore his life apart She went by many names I liked not a single one 
Love is her hidden super-power, Trumping all other powers within her reach. Her source of love is locked away in a tower, she's powerless until this tower can be breached.
  It's worse to think about it. Knowing there is a better way, Yet continuing not to improve.   It's easier to be passive, Its more relaxing to just be in the moment. And not think About-
They say that to get to sunshine,You have to go through rain. But why would you enter the eye of a storm, knowing that all that is possible is causing pain? Everyone says someday it'll be worth it, but they all lied...
Daddy, I don't know why you couldn't just choose me. Why'd you'd rather get high and hurt mommy and on top of that lose me. I don't know why it's so important when I'm dying to see you, in mommies belly, I just started moving. 
Racing hearts, thoughts to match, knew it was bullshit, the high never lasts. A breath, a touch, makes you give in so fast. Pain brings you to a wall you simply cannot pass. I love you, I hate you. I don't even know you.
Scared of the “outside” So we stay in and hide We hide behind a screen That will sooner destroy us then try and reconnect us.  
Come back to me. 
You had bourbon in your eyes and you knew I was thirsty I was Gods dilemma  and you loved a little controversy    Me, and you and powder blue  
Too fullToo empty,I'm all dried up,these bones feel heavy  I can't breathe,I can't think,I can't even talk,I don't know what's come over me  I'm a slave to a vice,it's killing me,I often think
Why do i write about drugs so much? Is it because the addicts are my type of people? I'm addicted to their homely touch. I forget death is their sequel.   Limitations on my lungs,
Once lived a a young womenShe had stringy hair of gold that hung so delicately from her bony, pale white shouldersShe was a mystery, from top to bottom
Damn, I just lost my fucking blade againCuts all on my thighs, what a fucked up work of art Broke the pencil sharpener today at schoolRipped the blade out and shoved it in my shoeWent home and locked the bedroom door
Nicotine flows in my blood, aching for more, gasping for air, I cannot catch my breath. It’s like it is boiling inside of me
                                                Heroin Here and there, there and here, Whats left for me, because life's unfair. Kill myself as i push you away, Stab myself as my heart goes astray.
Can I try to escape from All my nightmares and demons Soon this era will be done The truth of time is too blunt To not cut like a sharp knife
Alcohol for the first time Alcohol every weekend  Alcohol every free-time Now the drunkness came to an end.   Weed for the first time Weed every weekend  Weed every free-time
The levity left holes in me, dreading waking, dreams forsaken, teams are faking, but we're waiting as we're fading with the ratings, while it's raining, not containing, life it's draining, with time we flee
You tell me everything will be fine now theres milk in the fridge and our TV plays seinfeild reruns now. Just two days ago you came stumbling home. Just a week ago your wrists were sliced open like monarch wings.
From the darkened woodI walkto that hellish place where i once stoodI talkthe ghost of Chris pastis theremy futureHe mocksalcohol and dopewill bemy whips and stocks
Building up fire and ragethe past few daysfelt like a dragon trappedin a too small cagein and out of realityI phasewith an acquired tastefor doing dopetill im damn near comatose
you can runbut you cant hidethe Rules of societyi refuse to abidewhat would you expectwith parents like Bonnie an Clyde
What is Sober? Sober like fresh oxygen; like recognizing the earth as it rotates? I'm not sure. Sober like feeling a horses spine underneath my fingertips. Sober like understanding a divison between real and fake.
You are the reason why my life is a constant misery, You lied, abused, and hurt me leaving me aside to drown in my own tears. Hopeless I felt because of your addiction your addiction caused me to be angry at you.
Sometimes a flower Sometimes a thorn Sometimes the gold Sometimes the pawn Sometimes the sunshine Sometimes the rain Sometimes the freedom Sometimes the chain Sometimes the light
Not everyone can break through the chains of addiction; And although I did I still can't escape your conviction. I've been deemed unclean, no good, a crook; You'd see so much more if you'd take a good look.
A Cadet in college takes another sipalong with his brothers so why would he quit?Sitting on a bean bag having the time of his lifehe'd drink away his problems and wouldn't think twice.
I can hear him whisper in my ear, he calls my name, controls me with fear.   These vile demons running in my head, live in my dreams and beneath my bed.   I feel guilty.
Roll her up in the sheets of the night before. Light her up, watch her dance round your lips. She can’t be good to me, they say. Then why so sweet to my lungs?
       It starts out as a temporary fix. You tell yourself it won't happen again. All the emotions build up. The stress. The pain. The emptiness. Each thought. Each cut. Each stroke of the blade on the skin. An incision deeper then the last.
The glass hits the wall 
The bottle sits on the kitchen table Glinting in the sun She grabs it, begging for comfort Now that the day is done  
It's taken me a while to sit down at this keyboard So many sunrises so many nights My best friend on fire in a little glass tube I inhale the fumes let the feelings go
theres a beautiful silence hereas eyes droop and ears mufflesomething courses throughyour body, unexpectedbut gorgeous, warmed from the inside outclosing old wounds knitting together broken hearts
sometimes when my heartitches too bad i jump in to the habitati learned to tameso long agobut every now and theni'm outsmartedit's good there though,warm, tropical, secluded 
I can only see you in the mirror we shareI know you are not beastnor phantom, but you take careto show me each daythat I am yours andyou are mine.I miss you when you're goneand you miss me too
It has been a whole year And I have not seen you behind anything but the bottle We used to hit the town and live life with our feet on the throttle Friends in the village of spiraling ends
What makes me happy? What an odd little question you ask I thought life was supposed to be hard I thought I was supposed to pass by misfortune without any regard I thought you wanted me to be miserable
Like a lake of fire, I burn all my Kush and money. Good kid, got soul, Satan wanna take it from me. Can't pull the trigger to cop gold God thinks it's bummy. So a poor ass Joe pours out his soul cause he's so hungry.
It's inevitable that at some point in life, we all become cold, whether it's for a week or a lifetime, we become cold.    But what is being cold? Being cruel? Sad? Distant? It's subjective to each and every individual.   
The struggling To just open the bottle Then swallow The pills Choke me Let them I want to breathe no more Let the air stop its descent Into my lungs I'll choke on hot coals
Yes I am broken and bruised, Yes willingly, I love the abuse, Yes the nights are long There’s not enough distractions in the day, Yes the reasons to leave Outweigh the reasons to stay,
This thing, is breaking me apart, But it keeps me breathing, Even though my heart is bleeding, It over comes me from the inside out,   Strands of pink, faded dull,
Deep inside my veins runs blood and something darker Seeping through my skin and giving off an alluring odor  The pleasant taste of bitterness that encaptures the morning
I say I need my space And that's because I'm scared I see you everywhere and my mind is drifting toward your picture glaring there, It's just past 4 am and you can't sleep
I need to get over this why? cuz i feel like shit  but how do I just forget about this? it takes precedence in everything i do and everything I say
Wait Why is this happening? All the tears counting amounting And no one here comforting Something so unmistakable Something so breakable 
You want a homemade boat? we can cruise on soundwaves Good vibes are limited when you misbehave Jumping in the pool it's our homemade wet n' wild Look out onto Rollin hills while we smiled
Wake up, Bright light, stale breath, why is that candle still lit? Sleep's grip not yet done with you, Turn over, bend knee, unbend knee, turn back  - itch.
I took a commemorative driveBack to a town that glorified the wiseIt was 500 miles and three packs of cigarettesThe crisp, burning sound embedded in my head
Drugs cannot harm you Every drug needs a catalyst and that catalyst is you What were you thinking  when you were drinking Did you see the bottle as the enemy? Or yourself Every human can be a superhero
The world I live in is hazy, The life I am living is faint, There's a whole world inside my head, Coming into reality.   I walk around in the haze,
cold hard concrete and nothing but the clothes  on your back  for a mother   your wits keep you alive because  you've outgrown  couchsurfing; the shelters are full
I make art and write for others. My best friend asked me to write a poem for her 3 years ago.
Our struggle is real and without hope of ending. Sweet at first but now its hard to handle and heart aching . With every penny lost and every second spend;Regret.
  I write from a place that holds secrets Sex, alcohol, drugs, you know what the deal is We all lock it away to get a taste of freedom
It has been one of those days, Where I don't care if she goes or stays. Deadlines passed me by, And bosses expressed their dissapointment. It was generally a day, Of emotional excrement.  
You made me forget who I am...You made me forget who i was. This isn't me.....I guess it is now...I can't made me how you wanted me and now I can't go back....I was so in love I didn't realize how much you were trying to make me someo
Back when I was an addict, I had this friend who, No matter how hard he tried to act, Who, Was never indirect, Who, Always had something negative to say, And one day he said,
That moment, where words from my mind Flow through my hand and into my pen That moment, when all of the thoughts Become organized, and no longer scream Are you listening?! Can you hear me... Do you even care?
"The brighter the shadow the darker the light I try to cover it up with the viceIs that giving up the fight Bait from the or maybe gift from christ Either way I won't take a bite
B is for the beer that im pouring down my neck. the E's are for the easiness how easy it is to get. R stands for ruined  thats what im gonna get.   P stands for the pills
I suppose I would like You to know that I am sorry. That’s how all apologies and the like are supposed to begin, With that admission of guilt or regret or something that tastes like bile
3am At the same time every night you resonate within me intrigue my mind  enrapture  my soul My heart pumps blood full of passion  and seeping seduction  An addiction  Like the lady in the bible  It was an issue of blood It'll pass they said  A ph
The first time was magic. The last time was tragic.He begged her just once more...But she wouldn't have it. She couldn't have it...After all that had happened,All it would bring up were lies and their habits.
I can stop at any time, I don’t need it. I just want it. The needles, the pills… The crystal, the shrooms… The dust, the dragon… My tabs, my acid… My herbs and my rock… I like the warmth,
You came home late last night I noticed not because I waited for you but because when you're outside pounding on the door you were moaning your name
There's velvet lining on a woven silk floor,mirrored ceilings, and I can't find the door.My peaceful palace, once plainly placate,was fearfully empty, everyone within did vacate.Though I too, tried to leave the room,
I inhale the thick ghosts until they rattle in my lungs and haunt the hallways of my throat, their foggy arms tickling a cough
I held my champagne glass high A man made a witty toast, We all laughed in agreement. And then we raised the liquid to our lips   As I looked around the vast living room,
I never realized how much I was missing out on life Never realized I was still in the night You found me smoking a cigarette and you reached out your hand Why me?
My body is a temple Which I used to respect But now, I’ve gone and fucked it up My temple is a mess
Everyone says its not my faultBecause there’s nothing I could do  And yet of course, just by default I blame myself and not you  You’re like a bird with a broken wing You’re so fragile and misguided  You would always turn to me in spring But now l
Horse, is just another name for Loneliness, for Heroine.   People, are just another name for
There’s a saying that everybody has something to take away the painYours happened to be a poison,6 months before you leftThe doctor said if you continued to abuse alcohol You would die.Being addicted to something is like a moth is to a light. Ever
Dead, dead, is she ahead? Did she quit while she was ahead?
Always trying hard. Abusive devil drinks near. A senior I'll be .
I’ll get you high if you want to take the climb. Ten thousand steps. Explode, land mine. Watch your feet. Ecstasy.
I realized that people were a lot like coffee. It wraps itself around you and makes you wake up from the emotionless junk that you've been stuck in for an eternity. 
all i need is you, my dear. i need to feel the waves of your love. seeing you was like going to the beach, though i always said i wouldn't go in the water, i always did, and when i did, i'd never leave.
No one can truly know how it feels to have an addiction until they have experienced it. It lures deceptively attractive temporarily appealing then, disapointingly unsatisfying and
Uneventful brain canvass leaves much to be desired.Ancient wisdoms, science laws I've struggled to acquireFrom the corner of my eye they sink into the mirethat stagnant swamp that's left behind when big souls lose their fire.
You were just my brother Every morning as I'd get out of bed Mom and Dad in the kitchen holding coffee mugs as they shake their heads "We've tried everything we could" "The rehab hasn't done any good"
Use useless using user, Used by your abuser, Uses only to be used, The kind of clarity that leaves you confused. Tattoos made with stick and poke, But there’s no ink in needles filled with dope.
I knew someone with an addiction. It was a horrible conviction. He came in black and white color.
Her smile in these photos entice me to look deeper and beyond my interpretation.
If you don't understand You cant helpMy mind is so abstract to the point where it's hard for certains to understand the art behind this madnessAnd my heart strings are pulling so tight The Symphony is clotted ready to release a spellbound baroque
I miss the way you’d get my heart going, the way you’d make it skip a beat, The way I wouldn’t even cared if I died with you, dying so happy wouldn’t at all be defeat...
For many men will chase the skies, but few will ever find them A mortal man will morph his guise, and his darkness shall consume him. Searching for a heaven here hurts many unforgotten
Every time I press sendI feel relievedThat someone is thereWilling to talk toMe.  
(A dual poem by Bailey Bennett)   Creativity never came without costs. I never saw a painter free from pain, or an actor who didn't dabble in
You told me you loved me, and I believed you.
 It takes time to understand what's important The needs are from what takes us apart. A thought not provoked alone but together A collective of sorts.  
You're my best friend But no one can ever know It's not that I'm embarrassed of you No of course not It's that everyone would be disappointed if they knew   I remember
I'm addicted to Pepsi. Something I seriously can’t live without. I know too much is bad for you, but pour me one before I start to pout.   I’m addicted to the sweet, sugar rush.
I can’t do this he doubtedI can’t do this he shoutedLetting out all his fear and anxietyA bubbling mess of insecurity and sobrietySwirling aroundAnd around
Like anger The alcohol courses through my blood Whispering sweet nothings to a deaf ear Promising better tomorrow's And more beautiful tragedies. There is no rhyme or reason To the fury in our souls
Everyday, the device with me. I see exciting sights and beautiful plants. I love writing about the sightseeing and get into the details. Sadly, not all the time, I can wrote about the amazing sights right then and there.
Winter came early this year and my body lies still, with no sudden movement. People always walk across here and none of them even stopped for one minute.
I found his wicked smile so alluring Black and blue dreaming  Victim of pure deceit But your love's pristine Divine empowering   I missed you Your touch and embrace
Spicy, robust, and redCausing conflagration in my headWithout this sauce I’d be dead.   Some say love is all you need,Others crave power to succeed,But a slave to greed is ne’er freed.  
She is the constant image that runs in my mind Like a kid on the weekend stuck on cartoons, I'd watch her all the time  She's my addiction and the one thing that I crave  Trying to feed my appetite for her is very grave 
Thoughts trickle down the muscles and tendons of my right arm, Tightening, loosening Useless gesutres, meaningless waves over a page brought to life By you.
There is nothing more beautiful than the feeling of love, Than the infatuation betwix two teenagers, Than the stolen glances of shy lovers Who fear unreciprocated love.   The feeling that realeases dopamine 
I need my phone.   Yes I'm addicted, But I need it.    What if someone text me,  Or messages me on Facebook,  Or maybe sends me a snapchat.  I need it.   
It's an addiction to have it in my hands, listening to it blast all different kinds of bands. Keeping in touch with the word by one click, but it can be shattered on the floor with one flick.  
I been on a hot streak to run my life to a place much to bleak.... Took a pit stop at the corner of depression and despair..... A place much to familiar, god knows Ive already been there....
Happy, and joyful kids. Making great memories. Days become darker Oldest kid takes care of younger siblings Mother comes home late every night with a new man Noone to call Dad. Or Mom...
Give me my soda, I won't ask you twice I need it right now, the essence of my life I'll count to three: one, two, okay now give it to me Do you see me laughing? This isn't a joke
The needle falls from my hand.Golden orbs still bubbling beneath my skin.Honey coursing through my veins.The sweet nectar breathes life to my lonely heart.She reaches into the inner depths of my being.
People say the relationship is toxic. That he'll kill me. (It surely well might be the case) But it's not your business I tell myself   People say the relationship ain't healthy.
She traded scars for callouses,and silver stained fingertips,rubber shaving bits sticking to her shirt,she drew and wrote the pain away,for all that it was worth,  
I woke up every single day sure that I was dead; I couldn't seem to silence all the noise within my head.Reaching for my phone though I could barely use my eyes; my life was so consumed with the chase of getting’ high.Dropping to the ground, agony
I drag you in and kick you back out, dropping you from your highyou enjoy it when you're near me though I'll be the reason you'll dieYou inhale me, I infect your blood streamSeeping into your poresUntil you crave me
I want to tell you I will do anything to keep what we have together, That I will try to follow through and give my effort to do better.
Hello my name is . . . And I'm an addict.   It started out casually,  just a drink of this idea, a future with you. I could see our path unfolding but
You are young, dumb, and rebelious. You are a high school senior with your class song on the radio. It is the night of graduation and to celebrate you and your knuckle head friends decide to go to a party in the woods.
Three years later, I wasn’t prepared. I looked at the driveway, and headed for the stairs. The cement was cracked. The grass was to my knees.
I’m addicted to a person Who’s addicted to a drug That played a mean trick and no longer makes him numb. “I’ll be right back,” he says. I look at him and nod
"I don't drink" There was a time when those words were true But now. . .  Well, not so much.   Now I love the feeling Of drowning in a sea of fog, On neither side of that thin line
How could he? This man who promised her everything, said he loved her, made a vow. This man who was protected by her, shielded from horrors that he couldn’t handle on his own.
If I could talk to you one last time I'd ask, "Was it really worth it? Were the drugs really worth your life?
These feelings are becoming tighter around my throat. I try to hold my breath but the months just float.   My esophagus collapses and I begin to wimp.
who am I? I am a surviver because I have seen the gates of hell open up before me to hold me and keep me near the needle in my arm was just a temporry fix of how I felt
“I’m just going
Memories   where my mind drifts off too at the wrong times never seems to happen at the right times. I close my eyes and I see my self cry
Never so potent a drug than the feeling of falling in love. I sit now in a state of melancholy that lies within; reminicing over what could have been.
I raised you since I was 9 years old 
Gosh youre so beautiful!  So why does my stomach hurt? Trying speak but not a word! 
Here’s to dejá vu.
It is your best kept secret and your biggest mistake: almost like an incredibly attractive person catching your eye and then manipulating you to explore their territory and eventually uneasily stepping in.  
I am more than my past.  I am not the things my abuser told me I was. I am strong.  I am not imperfect. I am like a stained glass window, My broken peices make me beautiful.  
take it off so i can take you off you squirt like a fire hose on full blast i love the way you ride me and how you bounce that ass as our lips contact our bodies overheat
The addiction 
The desire gets me. It grabs a hold of me and does not want to let go. I never want it to stop. I want the feeling forever and I want it just for myself.
ouch, wait was that pain real or in my head?Why am I in my bed?...... This isn't my bed....Please let there be red bull or Gatorade in the fridge...... noI love dick- thank God it's removable
Chocolate chastises my every thought, addiction from something easily bought, dagerous yet sweet, I am caught. What waits within the wrapper will always win, we all have our demons, and chocolate is my sin,
Glasses covered with roses Shattered as he closes the door behind him Heart filled with devastation Tears fill my eyes, asking why? Mustering up the strength to pick up the pieces
I know you love me, your love is true But you have a funny way of expressing it, And with that I haven’t figured out what to do.
Do not love a man who drinks as if he is invincible (but complains about the hangover);
 Dear Ana
Dropping cocktail names because they sound so sweet Auntie's house last night too easy, score some at the meet
This device in you hands, good for so many things.                                                                              But right now all you need is it's music, and the distraction it brings.
I cannot recall how it began, I do not know how it will end I remain unapologetic and indifferent while I play pretend Are the droplets on my face those of the rain or of my own tears?
I'm sorry my love but I have a confession,
I am The one you don't mess with When she's walking down the street Soldia flowin' through my veins
Not really sober,
Addictive desires,
Addiction struggles, painstaking recovery,
  Money’s on red.
In the begining,
I have an addition problem, I must admit. 1 means one more, and 2 is spelled t-e-n. 30 is basically twenty-nine, And anymore feels like shit.   But this is not a decrypting test,
Further down the rabbit hole,into myself into my soul,knowing myself seeing the others,embracing the fact they are me, we are brotherswe've been hurt by our fathers,
I feel like I'm addicted to you...I am consistently high on your kiss, your touch, your hot breath on my neck. The way your chest beats to the drum of the heaviness in your voice when you moan out to me.
I'm drunk on the very thoughts of what we could be, tripping on all the possibilities.
i close my eyes and see every detail of them down to their toes and nose I notice their perfect skin and start to wonder where they've been
I've been sitting here all night, watching what i shouldn't Snatching up pics I normally wouldn't
I wake up early to my standard annoying alarm reminder to start my day.  I feel like there is an overwhelming amount of responsibility that is causing myself dismay. 
I swallow the poison my body craves, While I know the things at stake. I claw at pieces of my skin for my mother’s sake. I hurt my insides, to save the out; There’s always a price to pay.
I know fear and loathing
One time I got some coke that was real funky, wet and chunky, turned my nose into a rubber hose that couldn't find the end of a line--   Another time I got this:  
You took an innocent girl and flipped her whole world around.
Will I find Salvation Once I find Redemption  
Back and fort
Where does the time go? 
Full blown addiction is eating when you are hungry.
You are the beast that has slowly stolen my soul. 
Addiction. Is an evil thing He’s your friend but he’s also your foe He holds out his hand waiting for you to jump
Just when you think You've got it under control
You're just killing yourself.   Your eyes grow more dim, the night flooding your vision. Your mouth speaks of things only said when lust kisses your lips. Your mind retreats to the darkest corners
What is it? Why is it? How? Lunar gone loony That Jamacian wants bacon My atlas is torn and all I can do is watch some porn and I slide---
It's like I'm addcited You're a poison I know you'll kill me I don't seem to care though   I can feel it Death Running through my veins Spreading through my body  
I fall quickly
Some people smoke weed to distract their mind how they feel,cause they don't wanna see the truth, but soon they'll notice it hit's hard and real.A lot of the time this is just for fun,
give me the razor, with edges stained red, give me the pills that will silence my head. give me the vodka, an infinite glass, the cigarette smoke, till my cravings are fed.  
You say you’ll try it once
I come fro
Her eyes protrude the needle cuts through her vein she can't escape
Alone and isolated inside my head, I begin to wish that I was dead. Fuck this life. I feel like I've already done this twice while overpaying the price. Well isn't this nice...
Still waiting desperately pleading that you would release my love
I used to to an addict with a bad addiction Now I'm one of a kind, a limited edition From being locked up with no sense of direction Now I'm on full blast like an adrenaline injection
Ive been MIA for days and when i came back i got knocked sideways i had to follow they're rules for days so i left and when i came back again everything was a haze so i got up took a left
Being drug-free is uplifting. Being drug-free has impacted me. Now I have my life back and strive not to lose it again; Too bad along the way I lost many a friend. I am no longer dependent. I am free.
a throbbing discontent, a deluted sence of hope, feeds my broke ego, a freaksh brute on dope. a limp and vile nusience, that ever haunts my bliss, a foul and criptic tourment,
A heart should never ache like this, my soul should never feel this much pain, I need the dose of a loving touch,
I will be damned, before I live a day without you You could send me to the other side of the world, and I would still come back like I always do,
It's Pain which lead's us to Achieve Some 
He does not love me, he just takes away the pain for the moment, exchanging laughs, caressing me, looking at me the way no ever does,  never judging,  no worries, but just for the night
  The wind blows, the leaves fall, but time still seems to stop You close your eyes, and pray to God, that your heart doesn’t pop You feel the bench below you; you see the grass and trees,
Oh no... I feel it creeping up again, the sad thoughts and troubling memories that haunt my dreams at night. What can I do to help myself?
Little one it is okay, Little on i am here with you now. Little one put the knife down, I am here now.  I know your angry,
Rest In Peace we post because he's gone Robin Williams one of our own Suffering from severe depression Were we blind? The truth is no one ever looked him in the eye Bent over laughing thinking he's so happy
It seeps into your bones
It's just one more hit
Mother of mine The all being one to me for twelve years With the messy hair and even messier brain With the laugh that could infect an entire room With the painter's hands and explorer's eyes
"Ayo Cuz Scrap These Drugs!" I Dont Play That. I Think Not While I Wear My Thinking Cap "Stop Playing Cuz Take These Drugs,Roll em Up And Catch A Buzz" That Was My Man I Showed Him I Can Stand Up For Myself
When you truly love someone, their heart is yours. That one person is your other half. You always have that spark That can never pull you apart through thick and thin.  
emotional calousses and psychological imbalances there's unwanted inhabitants in my mind's inner palaces i never fathomed this like a sudden heart attack kicks in i need to relax, sip the jack, numb the madness  
She glances around, Then ducks into the bathroom.
I never thought I'd hate something as much as you  You take away the good people from the world  You make them want you more then anything or anyone else  Those with hard enough lives you make worse
The strongest man endures the darkest days But to endure does not mean that he simply Takes And
Where did you go?
Light another cigarette, maybe I'll find happiness in the smoke. No, instead I'll scream until my throat bleeds, and run until my lungs give out.  
My tender body—anguished and ailing— Fighting drug addiction   Is stuck in a dreaded destination, A place where people lose themselves,   Where yearnings go unanswered.
Eyes sore, pierced from what I've seen.
New Mexico dreams can’t shake the salt from the icy New York streets, and I might need glasses ‘cuz I can’t see straight. Too many empty glasses, ‘cuz I can’t see straight.
  Despair. That look in a mothers' eye.
you are hell but I am addicted   I am addicted to so many dangers but you are my favorite    you are slowly killing me  but I do not mind
Honesty is a lonesome place When you’re lying on the ground And you find yourself
Pools of blood encroach the den, the mother whimpers  when she realizes her son is near-dead. Lifeless, pale, motionless on the floor, in his own waste, crumpled to the core. Needles of misery
I am not a junkie, a dead beat, a loser I am not a pot head, a lush, a crack head, or pill popper I am not a boozer, a drunk, a tweeker, a bum
Enhale toxins. It numbs.
I woke up today paralyzed. 100 and 44 weeks straight and this pain hasn't let up. 26,297 hours. That's three years, and we're going on our fourth.  I tried opening the blinds but the sunlight hurt. My skin,
I remember the first time you drew in my intoxicating fragrance;Your watery eyesAching chestAnd burning throat—
Night after night, I somehow find myself
Addiction consumes us all. Who will be the next to fall. Warnings and labels we do not adhear to. Our minds clouded by a simple desire. The next fix is iminate. Those who've fallen become names, upon stone.
Twisted, I missed you, and I hate you so much But my hunger, desire, confirmed by your touch So cold, so sharp, but I love your embrace I loathe that I love our discolored lace
I’m an addict
I’ve seen the promising become promise-less, helpless, useless   A straight A student taking a straight edge razor to prescription pills To heal the hell until she fell Drowning neck high in alcohol  
you're addicting like the sweet smell of spring
Fuck first semester And financial aid and scholarship applications and just money in general. And the 3.5 I needed if I wanted to come back. And my parents. And money And society for revolving around money
I'd go back in time, save her from down under. Lift her up, change her views. I look at her now: scars intact, blue eyes faded, hair lackluster, faith defeated.  
I have an unhealthy attraction to brokenness
It was always the rush that was the best part: That feeling of surreal realities as they brushed past my consciouness, tempting me further into a smoke-filled oblivion. I never wanted to leave.
Happiness Anger Love Hate   Presence Absence Prompt Late   Pride Embarrassment Confidence Worry   Ignore Obsess Delay
Oh what would I possibly do and who on earth would I be, if for just one tiny moment
  O’ Facebook, why must you be the molly to my generation? 
The human race is full of malcontent, bigotry, ignorance, and destruction, But the majority of you, so happy giddy people on social media, only fill your news feeds with funny memes and meaningless statuses.
Two sisters young climb up a tree In the snow of Christmas day They peek over the fence to watch, to see How the neighbor children play. They climb back down, they go inside
I'm sick of the struggle.The uphill battle I constantly face.The decision on whether or not to stayor leave from this place.This poem won't even express it.
When you start off young you see yourselfan astronaut among the starsor driving in all the fancy cars. You never know what mess you’ll get in
Battle scars and broken armor That's how I see you A beautiful soul in a ravaged body With nothing there's hope, without hope there's nothing
An obsession An addiction. It tortures me, but I need it. I got to know the number on the scale.   Restrict my food. Binge eat. Purge. Thoughts of laxatives.
Habits can be good or bad They can make your moods range from happy to sad
This weary chime,
It's not just one time. I know because you've said that before "It's just one drink." "It's just one hit." "I promise, I could quit." It's not fine! So wake up!
I sent for God To pass me another shot              With another round of rum From his cup overflowed My alcoholic messiah Sick of sobriety Sick, I drowned sobriety
That thing eats us alive We struggle with addiction We can make it through It's more than an affliction   I want more than just to strive And it's under my jurisdiction
The friction from your words slowly vibrate and dance across my sky blue walls. 
I’m sorry if I’m coming on too strong,
               Hero In Me>Heroin Me     
We walk in empty rooms.
I had my first cigarette
Sure, there's tons of things in life that aren't fair,Like no one being equal, despite what everyone "fights" for,
Forcing the pills, the good doctor prescribes To children with potential to be the greatest of minds. Parents say , “My kid’s waaay to high energy.” ADD! The good doctor determines.
No more clicks, Just touch screen tips. Detached from reality, Virtual scenic. Heads nod, but only Like sorrow-- One direction. "It is cool that I borrow... Your wifi, bro?"
Here to tell you all that we’re all computerized, Screens are friends, cameras eyes, My whole generations so syn-chro-nized, Never lived a day without computers in our lives, The day we were born, we watched tv,
I am a little girl Tucked in bed, sleep tight As moonlight fills my room The pitter patter of rain plays music on my window pane. I try and focus in on the rain, but I can't drown out the yelling
Usually a book is read page by page and the words just fly by. We could go back and re-read your whole story. Just set aside some time. But there's no time left to review. What could I have said to save you?
My computer is evil watch and see.
“I’m so proud of you”
"Drug abuse"- that makes me abusive. So why do I feel like I'm the one who's been beaten? Not the beaten that leaves bloodied lips and brown bruises But the beaten that leaves you in last place in a contest
She’s a beautiful girl- beautifully broken that is. And each breath she draws
A perfect place Known by few Sunshine and warmth The sky bright blue   The girl wandered Taking it in Smiling brightly  Curiosity within  
Perfectly set up In a long, straight row On and on forever Stood thousands of dominoes   Taunting those who passed Catching some each day Those who figured
              Running, running, running As fast as I can go They're coming closer still My breath is running low  
In my head : It's Tuesday eveningon a Saturday nightI'm not drunk,high or tipsyI'm just fine, trust me I'm alrightOne thing leads to another
just in case you've forgotten, vices are not  inhereited through the  splitting of DNA between your mother and father. the excuses from your brother don't replace yours and they don't cover up
As a teenager we are taught that sleepless nights
Oh, your sweet smell! Oh, your dark complextion! How can I control myself when you're sitting next to me?  Your eyes are heavy. Yet, your smile so bright. You bring joy when you come around.
  Like an old toy, Waiting to be played with again. Collecting dust, Thrown in a ben,   Taking up space in my room Only fond memories prevent its doom.   But you’re not a toy.
I am sitting here with a needle in my hand, the contents in it...
It's small and cold in the palm of my hand, Beautiful yet repulsive, 
Everyday I wake up in constant pain. Not physical. But it might as well be. Cause I'm hurting. Deep down, I feel like giving up. On people. Family. Myself. Life.
he says he hasn't had that much but he'll just use it as a crutch and spend all day drinking away pretending that it doen't affect us. but it does and when we call grandma he'll be drinking it off,
Demons laying in my bed Dancing around my head Touching my face, arms, and neck They say that these "demons" are from past experiences,  Experiences as in "addictions" They make my mouth water
The struggle is real. That is a sentence that is all too familiar. It isn't some joke to me. It's what used to define me. When you grow up in a Christian household, you expect life to be easy.
i write poetrylike an addictshoots white miraclesbut mine are blackand the syringe is inserted into paperrather than my armand made into poisonous phrasesthat can infect, affect others
In this world we live in, we face many stages of adversity. Some go through grief, others suffer from poverty; But within our lifetime, we all fall under the trial of addiction... At least only once, if not more than that.
Get me out of this placeMy heart breaks like glassLet it shatter and it runs a different paceIt's messing with my head, one minute i'm with you now suddenly i'm hereWhen will this end?
The nosebleeds of white, The sickness of brown, The sensation of Mr. E. All of these and none of these, Are ever what they seem. Sleepless nights with snow white, Eternal vomiting from a night of brown,
It all started, one night at the bar, In the front seat of a parked car. Do you party, a friend said to me, Not really, but shit let's see. Glistening in the moonlight, There lay the white lines of destiny.
The way you make me suffer is so sweet. It makes me feel alive, reminds me that I can still care sometimes.   Wreckage and pain, but none of us are to blame.
    The dependency comes with a tendency for me to come back to you,
I wish I never pierced my veins, I wish I never pierced my veins. For this reason I'm to blame. I pierced my veins when lonely and sad, I pierced my veins when isolated and mad.
Am I here? Is this real? Please teach me gently How to feel …………………………………. Ive lost my luck
  By Devilish ithe meth headpen fedscroll lullabies instained ink ihear the demons hummingohhh im comingsoon
It's an insatiable need. Hoplessly inescapable and all consuming, with a pressure that builds until you take heed. A final release of emotion, expression, a work of love and complete devotion,
  I don’t know howto cope right nowI’ve got a blade in my palman urge in my bodytoo many feelings in my brainand so many things I didn’t say
This urge I have to fight it I have to be strong; I cannot give in I need to prove to myself That I can resist That I am strong I cannot think about this urge Unless I channel it somehow
The eyes water, throbbing behind sockets. One more kill until this game is done.   Throbbing behind sockets, electrical pulses run up through the cords into the burning computer screen.
I'm addicted to the secrets you whispered upon my lips;  and the smell you left burning in my lungs and the tears you continue to let fall down my face; and the taste of empty promises you left on my tongue.
                                       Sorrow   My heart is slowly breaking into two pieces. Nobody can hear my silent screams to my daddy, telling him to take me home.
I told him... "Pretty girls don't have scars," And I cried. With a finger under my chin, He made me look into his eyes. He told me that's what makes me beautiful And kissed every tear
It's the bitter, sometimes, sweetness that leaves me wanting more Whether the weather is cool or hot I can't seem to stop this addiction Caffeine is simply a bonus
I write to release the anger and anguish of a childhood lost. I write to tell the story of becoming a mother and father to a baby brother at the age of thirteen.
Hello. My name is Hunger and, I'm a whore. I think I've seen many of you here before... Allow me to explain.   When the land, kisses the sunlight And, day turns into night,
Doc says I should start writing down my thoughts, Says it might help me to find the root of my problems and in turn, the road to recovery. Well, last night, I let old habits visit me and I woke up,
Thanksgivng in Rehab   Another addict at The Lodge It is myself I can no longer dodge But what have these drugs really done? 'Tis the time of year for friends and fun  
Old Man?   The day’s work is done and I put down the phone, Grab briefcase and coat and set off for home. I’ve twenty five minutes to get to the station Then thirty five more to my destination.
Close your eyes and lie to rest. Look at you, what a mess. Sleep all day, party all night. You're almost always out of sight. I just want you to quit, is that too much to ask? Since you're always gone and having a blast.
  For the mother who never sees her daughter for who she is, Blinded by a chemical not worth what she’s already lost. To the sister who comes home mid-morning,
I have no room to judge Living on the street, they never seem to budge Living off a dollar or a penny Everyone's afraid to give Thinking that people gone spend it on henny But that's how they learned to live
Stretched in all directions, a reflection of where you stand. Left in, to fend with no defense, horizons end is arid sand. Tongue is numbed, a dry sponge in your mouth on which you choke.
Addicted to organization  through words, throughout your thoughts  Addicted " to a certain kind of sadness"  within your fears and your doubts  Addicted to the words that bring you up 
It pulled me in like a siren It crashed into me like head on collision on the highway of life   I was hooked It became my forbidden fruit
  Back in sixth grade exercise became my first aid  against any anxiety grenade that I tried to evade whenever I was dismayed by a mishap or blockade I would retreat into my 
It's always harder when your sober. you feel more out of control lost to the people around you.
He’d always wondered where she kept her wings. And he questioned where she hid her horns. He could never find feathers on her boney, bare back and he couldn’t feel spikes
I see you, It clouds your mind,  and you try to hide, what is inside.   Attached to it, Can't let go, Refuse the help, The need has grown.   You look at them,
Humans are addicts. We are addicted to the tantalizing idea of escape. Escape comes in all forms. Alcohol, drugs, sex. Books, writing, art. Anything that gets
it's been exactly a week  since I remembered what the scent of  your skin did to me.   and the truth is, if I were in a program right now-- some 12, 18, 42-step nonsense--
Pearls--blackly luminescent--fade Under the burnt midnight oil’s parade.   They burn clear Onto weakened corneas, thrown Into sharp relief
It's sick It's twisted What it does to him He thinks he can stop But the addiction comes from within The smoke creeps up his heart Spinning in his head Causing his mind to spark
The Addict..   Call it a “jones”, an “itch” A desire for a quick fix to ease the pricks Call it a hobby, a leisure, a feature pastime A way to wind down, relax and float
He looked so sad in photographs; He looked so scared, so lost, confused, and yet he laughed. That tentative half-smile, those distant eyes, portray a struggle, wounds, and damage. He feels so isolated
Here's something for you all. My world is modern Technicolor; vibrant, awe-inspiring, filled with wonder an special effects. It is stunning. It is my Xanadu All I could dream for, and more.
Your call reduces my maturity, Seduces the majority, Of men who set foot in your lair, With your seductive glare, Your song sings of addicting lust, Less of a need but a must,
Life lost, a lost life, Youth wasted, a wasted youth, Tired of trials, trial and error, No end in sight, living in terror, A slave to the night, always running scared,
Gambling is a sin, so never begin, Money madness makes it more maniacal, Stacks against itself the odds of real success, It should see it’s blessed, learn to rest well, Don’t send yourself to hell,
My hand, yes it hurts but my mind hurts more. Why do I write you ask? Because I can't go back to how I was before.  I can't afford to be that girl Who feels the need to end it all.
The bright neon lights glistened and gleamed Dancing and twirling across the black night sky Before they were distorted by the blur As the car went whizzing by The warm summer night is teeming with magic
You're walking home from the store It's burning on the pavement floor You have this sudden urge, what for? To pick it up and smoke it   You've never cared to try it When "peer-pressure" as they call it
Welcome to the lost city, a gathering place for broken souls everyone is lonely here but that seems to be the path we were bound to go, but oh no, we will never let it show, ask us how we are doing and we will say we're good to go.
what happened to our worldwhat happened to ours boys and ours girlswhat made them look down at the people in their phonesinstead of the ones the ones in their homes
Bright flashing gold and green hypnotic, It’s plain this substance is narcotic.   Desire that we can’t ignore, The more we have, the more we adore,
Seasons don't change when there's ice in your veins. I am a victim A sweet target with barely bitten skin torn by life's fangs. I am forgotten I light fire against chrome but his reflection hasn't a name.
You.You think you want me outta your life?We both know that's a lie.Sure I'll give some space to fly.But without me long, you die.This is our complicated relationship.  Face it.
You.You think I don't know you,But you are as wrong as hell.You, I know all too well.This is true you can tell.I don't need to speak the obvious,The hidden person beneath the mask is you.
Dose after dose, taking me under. try to walk, I make a blunder. Down steep steps, my journey is nearing its end. Is there hope....for me?
(poems go here)You took my hand And you held it so So close I didn’t see I didn’t see the real me You took my hand And you took me in Into the forest Into the wind You held my hand
  The smell of smoke and senior citizens It’s distinct and signature. It’s part of that siren song. It’s part of that strong allure. That beautiful Destruction. And I run towards it.
Always Looks Clear Over Here, but really Only I'm Lost
This pin in my hand represents my addiction. It is my strength, my wisdom and my futures jurisdiction. It is the ink that marks the path of my objective, and it is the words that form the pattern of my perspective .
Because in the nook of your chest lies my desire Buried somewhere between your ribs are my dreams But yet your setting my heart on fire I’m bursting at the seams   It tears me to pieces to see you
Let’s swap hands you take my heart I’ll take your cigarette. Light me up here I’ll block the wind with the cuffing of my hand.
Your everywhere down the street  in my school Your even found down the gravel road You robbed me of my childhood my dreams even my sanity Momma always warned me about you
Gun in his hand with his face to sky / Ashamed of himself, he started to cry / Freak, Homo, Loser, Gay / Venom-dripped insults everyday / Nobody knows what he's feeling at night / The pain he goes through, the internal fight / Pulled the trigger,
You seep away Into my reserve of affection That iconic muscle subject to pains of my own obsession A first glance through a marked window Couldn’t mask the feeling of the clock running slow  
Feeling terrible Melt your ashes on my tongue Tasting them like nothing I walk to walk, stiff joints crack, Bone-tip The time that knows no bounds Knows them indeed.
Could you complete these next sentences for me? Because i don't feel like i'm worth listening to And could you please remind me why i breath? When theres a stake in my lungs and i could care less if it leaves
Could you complete these next sentences for me? Because i don't feel like i'm worth listening to And could you please remind me why i breath? When theres a stake in my lungs and i could care less if it leaves
I'm whiskey and sadness poured into a shot-glass Swallowed down for the burn so you can know how long your esophagus is. I am lost loves and hung-out hopes with the sweet notes of rum on your tongue.
He was robbed of a chance when it took his breathe away Lost his balance between the line of life and death It blurred his eyes and stole his hope of change Took the glitter from his eyes, replaced with pools of grey
The bottle hits her lips And her world tips She stops shaking She stops aching And she feels okay
How quickly I must die I must let go of my life. I see all down eternity I must let go of me. What do I have to hold onto here? Is there somehing more I could hold dear? I must let go of me.
Listen up you little twerps. I’m going to give you some very bad advice, and just hope that it works. If you should have an issue, just take a puff from a blunt and everything will be fine.
I have an addiction My fix being these words That I scribble For any and all to see My fix is not injected Nor smoked, For my instrument of intoxication Is My Pen
I inhale, Smoke fills my lungs. Leaving behind a bitter sweet taste on my tongue. Bitter poison but sweet relaxation. Absorbing into my bloodstream my own condemnation. I try to fight it, but too strong is the temptation
Just one more drink you told me Just one more pill you said I wake up every morning And expect to find you dead The drug is your master that won't set you free You choose it over life You choose it over me
60-day chips from something united anonymous Anxiety Blame others, but your decisions are autonomous Variety Smirnoff, Burnett’s, Skyy, UV Society Idolizes and publicizes it, but what they don’t perceive
The fire in those eyes brings me to sudden silence, The darkness beckons deeply; threatens to turn violent. Life inside that mind must be eternal pain, every word spoken as if it is in vain.
He was brought up in finest pride, Desire matched all gifts, Seized more than all a soul could need, Much more than ever dreamed.
addiction you run through my veins and consume my body with a vengeance you take over me and leave me with no control just the vision of my downfall for my temporary happiness
My father reeks of leather and old books I love to smell that scent while we tattle Society may call us paranoid shnooks But we know they are only mere cattle No good times do I know of my young years
Just one more drink you told me Just one more pill you said I wake up every morning And expect to find you dead
My addiction. My pleasure. My destruction. Intertwined.
It's a whole other world where you live, a web you spun with your own intent. Your lungs can breathe easily here and it's easy to hide in the dark.
Endless despair courses through my hollow veins The hallways scream loneliness as I wallow in pain The drugs of the night breathe, the drugs of the night breath As it walks the earth people fall victim to the lure
I have a problem, Day by day I am consumed; My legs are thicker, waist is bigger, She's over it they presume; But they don't know about the war in my mind, For it wasn't the three-step curable kind;
It all started in the beginning. Creating this perfect world, that has no ending! A magnificent place with many dreams More than what anyone has seen
A man's courage is a product of a man's desire. A man's strength is synonymous with long lasting fire. To live and to love makes man want to inspire. Because to live and to love makes a man soar even higher.
Before You There was another Seed that was sewn Oh, the poor child Whose sex was unknown A boy or a girl Time wouldn’t tell According to gospel I’m going to hell
I lost someone To a life of the unloved Someone who brought untold limits I lost someone to the heavens above
Pain…I must complain, it’s killin’… my brain Sore…doc, what’s the cure…Son, there’s nothing…more. Defeat…bruised and beat… that’s how we’ll…meet.
Finding focus in the shadows She wears her crown of thorns Only in its soothing touch Can her agony be borne
I am from the rolling hills of Scotland, I am from the white sand beaches of Spain, I am from fighting, tears, and divorce, I am from a broken home, I am from vicious custody battles,
Addicted No Not to love Not to alcohol Not to cigarettes How could I stoop so low? Addicted No Not to sadness Not to ecstasy Not to pills Will it ever stop?
Plush, Red, Pulse Thick, Smooth, Blood Bouncing To the constant beat Pulse Pound Pulse Somewhat sterile swords stab Through your gates Injecting foreign troops
Waking up and feeling hope. Hope only to be dashed by my own stupidity. Letting myself fall far away from help And drowning in my mistakes. How do I escape it all? Swallow another pill,
clink clonk I sing as I roll in your pocket a reminder I burden you you want me You need me but you never get a chance to keep me
The things that I take Make me feel real People tell me it's all fake The colors that I see They represent me It's flowing through my veins Until it reaches my brains I think I'm doing fine
The mortal man may say "fires burn with a symbolic passion". Such a thought does not begin to describe the attraction. The flame atop his hand burns, not with an interest, but an addiction.
He started as a friend, But wasn’t in the end. He played his part so well, How hard it was to tell, Of how he did deceive, I wished that he would leave. Freedom did I seek, Though I was so weak...
She was feeling lonely lonely so alone He was horny, said he'd make her day She resisted at first, but she knew him already.
Let me fall into the hole I dug There is a pipe and lighter waiting, Marijuana and a bottle of Irish Cream Don't wanna surface
I'm not quite here, not quite alive, not fully functional, fading into wisps of what I was once upon a yester-year. Feel like I am crashing from a glorious high that I can never have again.
She sipping on some lean. Popping all of them pills. Smoking a bunch of weed. While i just try to sit back and breath. She said its just to much stress to leave. And drugs separate her from realness.
Lost In a sea of students Flying low Below the radar of the teachers So low Evading the eyes of my parents Sliding Deeper and deeper into the darkness Alone
Practically weightless, yet, it weighs on your shoulders. You either have it or you don't. You have enough or you don't You're not addicted.. Yet, you need it.
As we grew I watched you with ease, A friendliness only siblings could share But as you aged I watched that joy cease: And in our friendship you seemed not to care. In my maturity I saw your pain and flaws,
It all started with a click I entered the game, unafraid because I knew His mercy was new Each Day Ready for whatever came my way because He would never leave me I’d point and click, taking my chances
What if everything was different? What if I wasn't gifted? What if I just gave up on my dream and never tried to live it? What if I'd paid attention? What if there was no addiction?
I love that way you look at me Those blue eyes smiling back With that gentle look on your face Love the way you make me feel Like there's no one else in sight When you hold me close And kiss me flawlessly
Are you high? Don't lie. No use. Misuse? Misunderstood. Miss Independent Thought she could. All Alone Hold the phone.
It's like heroin, each word said Injected into my ear Your lips are the needle. I get chills, I know it's wrong So wrong. I try to avoid it by plugging my ears The urge is too strong to
Recovery is a process and not an event It's a struggle not to win but to find some common sense We're stuck in a world where failure is wrong Well, failure is a puzzle piece that completes our song
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My Addiction It’s something that I can sometimes never control, It’s something that I know has a strong hold over me, It’s My Addiction.
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