My brain is fried, my body is tired
Give me something
My one true self is when i’m wired
And feeling everything til it fades to nothing
those drugs start to abuse you
fuck it, i’m numb
you can’t feel a pain you’ve grown so use to
And the damage is already done
these cravings have my body aching
can’t tell if it’s for dope or touch
heart is racing, hands are shaking
i’ll take either, and it won’t take much
This lifestyle is dangerous
but that’s not enough to stop me
moving on to my next rush
with all these pretty pills i’m popping
Though it’s slowly killing me
it’s almost as if i’m healed
My toxic bloodstream filling me
and my body is soon to yield
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Author:
Brittany Jo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A sad truth about a lost friend.
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Comments2
ThIs really made me emotional,
A strong heartfelt write
Worded with such detailed reality!
I want to hug you!
Thank you for sharing from your heart
It must of been hard to do so!
Stay strong! And drugs don’t work it’s just escapism that won’t last and actually darken your world, it may feel like a temporary peace and healing but they just make you worse!
Sending you love and support x
Very powerful in its straightforward approach to our collective heart and soul leaving us lost with no where to go
but that is a human lesson taught to us all
MLH
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