My Drug

Lady K

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

 

  • Author: Lady K (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 29th, 2016 06:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • rainbowhalo1

    amazing for 1 so young.

    • Lady K

      really?! Thank yo]u so much. 🙂

    • chaz2296

      Another strong poem brilliant

      • Lady K

        wow, you guys are so nice. Thank you 🙂

      • biraj

        the flow of the poem is absolutely amazing, thank you for this share

        • Lady K

          aww thank you and you're welcome 🙂

        • Catherine Houston

          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.

          • Lady K

            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

          • PerpetualFlowers

            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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