Dear god I can't take this dope sickness anymore
Never felt like this when i always had a shot to take or a line to snort
Is sobriety worth the sleeplessness and the bugs crawling under my skin
It could all go away so easy if I just put the needle back in
Thought I was crazy before but this withdrawal is making me purely insane
Thoughts of drugs and using and relapse running scattered in my brain
I can't think straight or even clearly at all
Every time my train of thought derails and hits the wall
My head spins and I can barely take a breath of air normally
Without feeling the shakiness from my insides coming out orally
I stutter and trip over and mix up my own goddamn words
When I was on drugs I never felt or acted this absurd
It didn't matter how bright the sun shines
These are still and probably will always be the darkest days of my life
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Secret Poems I Wrote In My Room
PoetryThis is my story told in poetry, my thoughts, feelings, my truth, and what I go through in writing. The part of me only a few know about. My dreams and my expressions all in one.
