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Sweetness, put your hands up, and put the damn thing down Or I swear the sound will ring throughout the streets of this old town Of someone's heart being shattered into tiny little shards.
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Sweetness, put your hands up, and put the damn thing down Or I swear the sound will ring throughout the streets of this old town Of someone's heart being shattered into tiny little shards.
Remember when I took those pills.
D ont remember anything E veryones passed out on the floor V ery sick, might throw up I think I might get more L et me tell you I really am addicted S o butt out, I don't care H ope my parents don't...
Subtitled "Vaginas Have Teeth" @plasticcourage A half-full glass bottle Just strong black tea, right. And that tin full of mints... And those capsules of white...
Like a needle to the vein, I will never be the same, One injection and I'm done, Is it worth it - the long run.
What is one more tablet. Knocked down with a drink, Readying the water glass, Addiction with a 'clink'. What is one more tablet.
sinking into an addiction. one I'd like to fuel. go down to the kitchen. quietly open the cabinet. grab the poison of the night. because I need. I want to feel alright. tip toe to my room.
last smoke for a while only a little bud left dragged from the hypocritical pile I like this feeling I'll let him stick around for a while he's not going through anything nothing...
#acrostic Harry you tit, what's that your smoking You'll fucking kill yourself and I ain't joking Piss off Glen, it's only a blunt Or are you just after some you stupid c**t Christ almighty Harry...
it's just a fear. fear factor. the element of getting caught. doing something you should not. maybe they'll see the red. the red in your eyes. or maybe the cuts. covering your thighs. tell them lies.
I grip a glass between my hands, Oh, alcohol. It understands. It doesn't curse my ups and downs, And when I'm sad, it stops my frowns.
last night. eyes stained red. lies spread. out all night. dancing around. felt alright. met strange new people. strange new pills. midnight thrills. one more drink. one more song. one more hit.
New Year's Eve, spent with new friends, in a new bar, on the edge of town. Slowing down, moving on, newer friends, coming undone at the smallest things.
I know I said I'd stop it, Just one more go, I swear, It helps me at the best of times, A comfort: cause it's there.
Well, it's nice to finally meet you. I've been waiting for your call. I've noticed you've been crying, And, I've watched you pace the halls. Whatever has been hurting you, I can make it disappear.
inner me. outer me. the outer one is the same. the inner one has changed. my inner has shriveled up. my outer the same. from the outside you can't see. drugs are a bet with your mind.
8 am. school. current streaming down the halls. through class periods. ill let the current carry me today. I'm too tired to have it any other way. this morning just isn't the same. I'm a joke.
I glared at the couple that had taken my rightful seat, but they didn’t notice me because they were so freakin engrossed in each other. I sighed and walked to stand in the far corner of the room.
put your clothes back on. party's over. think it's bad now. wait till you're sober. never ending shots, never ending thoughts. song dropped, time stopped. handfuls of herb, passed out on a curb.
I sat up quickly, the blood rushed from my head and my vision blurred. I looked to my left. That’s not my dresser, I thought. I looked to my right. That’s not my side table.
Fuck this. I'm just... I'm just desperate. I'm pathetic. And I'm relapsing. On the brink of collapsing.
The middle aged man. Who's done it all. He lived a life. Before his fall. He had three kids. And loved them well. But "It" took over. And then he fell. The teenage mother. Who's child was taken.
This is a song my brother wrote that I think is worth sharing~. *****. starring at my beautiful demise. my mind and body ache. blinded by the white light. as this is the last i'll take.
The bottle says two. I'll take four or five. Not enough to get sick. Not enough to die. Just enough for some rest. A very deep sleep. Maybe I'll stay out for days. Maybe I'll stay out for weeks.