I get so high on my drug
I take it in everyday
and I just can't get enough
when I take my drug
I go higher than the clouds
and
my heart stops on one emotion
joy
It's my cure to my sicknesses
and defender of my worries
when I take it
I feel no pain, sorrow or regret
it makes me forget all my problems
and creates my smiles
when I see its figure
my heart fills with adrenaline
my whole body craves its touch
smell
and sound
how I fantasize about its taste
and
when it finally pities my begs
it only gives me too little
just drops of love
as though to make a statement
as though to make me suffer
I want more
I need more
I'm addicted to you
I'm an addict and I can't stop
I won't stop
they tell me I should stop taking it
that too much can harm
or kill
but I can't stop
it cures my sicknesses
and numbs my pains
Why should I stop?
How can I stop?
If I don't take it
my worries will end up killing me
eating me bit by bit
until there is nothing left
but a hollow body of me
crying
screaming
dying
for my drug
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amazing for 1 so young.
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Your poem sticks out brighter than the sun. It has meaning and purpose. It describes life and death. I also shared in the pain of addiction. The numbing. The flying on a high cloud. I woke to a substance. I slept to a substance. It stole my life several times. It crept up on me like a poisonous snake. Biting my vein each time. It scarred me emotionally and physically. I even enjoyed it. It made me into my own character. I could do all things without fear. But when it was gone. It turned me into something that represented a horror film. The sweat that dripped down my face. Could represent the blood that was soon to come. It spoke a message. I looked like a zombie. I attacked like a zombie. I needed fed and it didn't matter much how i was gonna eat. It can be over come. It is powerful and it calls for your life. It will collapse your veins, dreams, family, and all relationships. I as addicted for well over fifteen years. It formed its first seed at thirteen. I will not build your head and tell you that it is easy to over come. I will not tell you it will not be painful. But i will tell you I have 16 months and life regains more joy everyday. If you ever want to talk send me a message and i will be right her by your side. The storm can be overcome together.
Wow, thank you so much, I am very happy that you liked this poem and you felt inspired. This poem has different meaning and can be taken any way. You made my day, thanks. <3
Wow, I'm 15 (so close to your age) But, I can't write this well. I'm really impressed honestly. Good job, keep it up!
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