I suppose this isn’t really poetry rather than random thoughts that have to go somewhere other than swimming in my head. Sometimes I just realize the repercusions of things I do to myself and wonder what the fuck is wrong with me…
Tag: heroin
poem: ragdoll
i don’t belong 2 u i’m not yours 2 do with what u want you’ll get no luv no sex from me from your ex-plaything i’m not your heroin anymore can’t just shoot me up then leave me lying there alone & empty
I GOT AWAY WITH MURDER
MY PARENTS DIDN’T UNDERSTAND OR LOVE ME. SINCE I WAS 4 YEARS OLD MY DAD HAD ABUSED ME AND MY MOM. AS I GOT OLDER, ABOUT 10 YEARS OLD, I’D START TO FIGHT HIM BUT IT NEVER WORKED HE’D ALWAYS HIT ME HARDER. WHEN I TURNED 13 I REALIZED THAT MY PARENTS DIDN’T FUCKIN CARE… Continue reading I GOT AWAY WITH MURDER
In Dreams (poetic)
In dreams you taste the cocaine rain, and frolick through opium fields. If you look up high into the light heroin sky, it all seems endless, so real. Eat the precious marijuana fruit, ripe and sweet like always. Let it sink it, take it all in. In dreams be happy and carefree. Skip these meth… Continue reading In Dreams (poetic)
Patrick’s Theory
“Happy” What is “happy”? Happiness isn’t real. It’s a freakin state of mind. It’s imaginary. See this? This right here….this bottle of beer….this is happiness. This is real. I can touch it, i can hold it, i can drink it. Just like drugs. Heroin is real. Speed is real. I can snort, inject, smoke, and… Continue reading Patrick’s Theory
A SENSLESS DESIRE
I was once told something from an old dying man that I will never forget. At the time I was drunk, and young. Had just stumbled across him in a dimly lit alley one night.
I LOVE YOU, ME, MYSELF
this poem is about a girl who overdosed on heroin, i didnt actually die, obviosly because i am here to write about it. i think that everyone should read this before they get into hard drugs… i learned the hard way, so you dont have to. please take a moment to read this and if… Continue reading I LOVE YOU, ME, MYSELF
dreams of shaving my hair
i am a very tense person, not just agro but everything i do is not quite right. just out of reality. it gets so bad i start to pull out my hair, scratch under my skin, rip off scabs, make wounds in my mouth. i’ve been having dreams of shaving my head and being relaxed… Continue reading dreams of shaving my hair
Lost and Found
I went through the boxes in your basement i only remembered courage, but there was so much more like the pain you hid so well
I’m not crazy just euphoric
I am looking down at myself. My body feels so light and the sky is so crowded with these crimson bullets. I can barely keep my eyes open. The heroin is dominant over the blood in my veins. It’s in my head and I am happy.