Last night I was trapped,
In my dreams going through withdrawals.
Every eye in the room was on me,
On the verge of death.
My blood it was shaking,
My feet they were spazzing.
I couldn't help my self,
I screamed.
No eye stopped looking,
In a room full of addicts.
A prisoner,
My head was locked.
A bloody killer,
On the loose.
Keep the needle away from me,
You disgusting animal.
I'm running around the room,
Being hunted, I'm prey.
To wake up in a sweat,
My heart started to quake.
Bed wet,
It's mental war.
My mind is breaking through,
I'm opening my eyes.
Oh savior, Protect your children,
They don't see what they commit.
My throat it is poison,
Closer to death.
Please protect me,
My lover, my only one.
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Dysphoria
PoesíaPoetry about my experiences as a lover of alcohol I've never thought I'd become a writer, so here are my skills after three years of writing and accumulating over 300+ pieces of writing over the years. This is still my writing in its purest form, an...
