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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
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
How an addict always hurries worries where the next fix comes from worries which of these tricks furry to run ya hunt ya they all want ya- fun stuff
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
I told you no. I was already in control. Smoked a little grass here and there, and when that pain came I didn't think it was something I couldnt bear. I told you no.
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
…ADDICTION… I CANT IMAGINE A LIFESTYLE OF GETTING NO SLEEP, THE IMAGES IN HIS HEAD AND THE DEMONS HE SEES, THE DEVILS BLOOD IS WHAT HE SHOOTS IN HIS VEINS,
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.
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
Nothing EPIC to write about, clean and sober. Wondering just how much longer until this hell is over. No visions of riches no dreams of fame, no delusions of grandger and nothings the same. The pounds I put on are supposed to be healthy.
Frozen. Shivering. Shaking.Look at my reflection in the mirror.Scratch down my cheek to get rid of the Itch.Scratching. Twitching. Gnawing.Sweat dripping down my forehead.
This is my secret I have not told. This is my secret I don't wish to hold. This is my secret, it will ruin my rep. This is my secret and my very first step. This is my secret
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?
TEARS, rolled down our faces as we said bye to our mother ANGER, seethed from us as someone tried to replace her LIES, were poured into us that it could be fixed YEARS passed and we moved on and were reunited
To feel hated and jaded Adandoned By my own father is... Torture But the feeling are Mutual Meth labs emotional abuse Hatred Those feelings never go away Abuse