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Why must you do this. I can't cope without you, Any longer. I know it hurts, She unhinged you. Your tearing me apart, And you can't see that. It's killing me.
I was with my ex for ten years. He is and will always be my best friend and a very important person in my life.
I have a selection. Of tiny packets. Bottles. That rattle. Trinkets. Coated in colours. Sugars. Hiding bitter flavours. Maybe. A different combination. Will cure. The evils. Make me normal.
She burns so sweetly She takes away my pain They'll never be no fear They'll never be no rain Her love completes me Bliss fills my brain I'll never think so clear If you leave I'll go...
Why is it so cold out tonight. The winds tearing at my whispery grey beard, again. I shift body weight to keep my chin away from the bitterness of night.
~This poem is about addiction; what it does to the mind, and what it does to the people at the receiving end of the addict's ways.
Couldn't help but notice the cry for help for needle clad arms giving Him your charms.
When the day starts turnin' Into night it's confusing When you say you've got to go.
Rain thudumped on the already shattered heart of the window pain but I could'nt help but to tear my eyes away into the blind world which once eye was.
You're all strung out on disillusional thinking As the Government subsidizes these laboratory high rises with new prescription chemical surprises You continue to hide your true self behind those...
Vi började lite trevande med socker men kom snart fram till att det inte var något för oss. Året var 1993 och jag var 17 år. Det var inte kärlek vid första smutten, det var doften.. Aromen.
Its funny how the same faces pop up.. Everyday like a game,the same people roll through the doors.. I cant help but like some of societies outcasts..
I had been smoking for 2 years now... These days I had decide to quit and get on with it. But I had one of the worst craving in my entire life today... I thrown away my cigarette...
"relapse" they declare. you shrug. the word means nothing to you. you've heard it so many times that you've forgotten the difference between relapse and that other state of being...what is it.
It was a lunchtime on Thursday that I was fired from my job. I had been working at the school for over four years.
I thought you were here. I thought you would stay, Not run away, Like all of your friends. They said we were perfect. But they don't understand. We're stuck in the sand That you buried us in.
Her lovely heart turned into mud when I left her under the cold, rainy weather with no umbrella She broke my beat too after the 5 times that I told her to stop with the powder white, what we call...
"Here i am again, head full of hectic, once again so easily i forget this, my face has eroded from the tears over all these years , feel my presence in my entrance, hallow to all surroundings, and...
I swore I Would walked away, move on to a much better place, I swore I would never pick up a damn drink again, but I'm back in the same joint, sitting at the same barstool with a half empty glass,...