Addict
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been on this road for long
the only drug i get addicted to be riches
something that stitches time
gathers together pieces of our lives
patches and tenders inches to success
as i be getting'm all in excess.
You know my name you don’t know my story Don’t know how many times I’ve struggled to stand before He. With a fake smile and lyin eyes Didn’t know what I was doin-Compromise. Traded my happiness for a drinkTraded my lows for highsWanted everything
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
The Ashtray In The Corner
There’s an ashtray in the corner
Ghost of past lovers on my wall
They’re haunting my propriety
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
I'm an addict to metal against my skin.
Temptation to call that number.
1800 273 8255
Self harm hotline.
Don't you see I'm fucking broken?
Pressed to glass, like fine China,
A face I thought at once I knew,
The wonder years are all behind her,
Ripped apart and birthed anew.
Crucified Defines The Life And
Times With Kindness
Suicide Deprives The Light In
Life And Blinds Us
From Doing Right Despite Were High And
Dying By This
Some Lose There Pride And Guidance I Am
Affix a smile and they’ll think that you’re okay. Maybe she won’t flip out, go crazy on you today. And should you express a feeling- then you forgot your meds. Go on and take your pills. Cure what ails your head.
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
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
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
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.
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'm hungry, but not for food
Instead I'm hungry for the drugs that fill my stabbing emptiness
Drugs that make me stop shaking, but only keep me waiting
For someone to understand it's a part of me
Ha! Remember when you hit that blunt for breakfast that morning?
You thought you were on cloud 9 until you found yourself hitting rock bottom by lunch.
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
