I have a simple addiction,
An addiction to intoxication.
High,
Low,
Partially Insane.
Whatever distorts my state of mind.
I have no want to think clearly,
No need to face the turmoil inside.
I do my best to avoid that kind of confrontation.
Am I sad?
Or did i fell apart long ago.
Maybe this is just a way,
To keep the truth from myself.
Suck me dry,
And fill me with false stability.
Cant mean a thing,
But its everything to me.
Whatever it takes to forgive,
Whatever will make me forget.
Cant stop the falling,
Ive fallen too far.
You'd think I'd have gotten there now,
Connected to rock bottom long ago.
But maybe theres hope,
Maybe by some absurdity i could...
Let go?
Or maybe I'm just Stuck.
I haven't grown a bit.
My wheels drowning In mud,
Spinning and spitting to no avail.
Its a good place to rot.
A contest entry
- Drugs and Addiction by whiterabbit--x.
400 points, ended October 9, 48 entries
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Comments
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I really like this. I like the descriptions and details you've included. They really add a lot to the imagery.
In the third stanza you wrote:
"Or did i fell apart long ago". Did you mean "or did I fall apart long ago" or something else?
Anyways, great job and thanks for entering, -
woah, this was deep. i dont know much about drug addiction but you conveyed it pretty well. great job girl!
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or maybe we will keep falling for the rest of our life in to this bottomless hole of hurt and pain...
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