Living life as an addict

“Bloody thighs,

Cut wrists,

Rope tied, 

gun cocked, 

pills popped,

Alcohol shots taken,

injected by needles, 

Burned skin,

cigarette buds, 

broken pipes,

Smoking cannabis,

 knifes covered in blood, 

razors rusting,

These are the ways you are killing yourself, 

You finally get clean of these things, 

Your craving your way of dealing with pain after a bad day, 

You relapse, 

You break trust with everyone, 

One day you take it to far, 

And you die from, 


Cut veins, 

Severe burns, 

Alcohol poisoning, 

A gun, 

Hanging yourself, 

Used needles, 

You’re lucky if you survived this war,

And you finally got clean, 

This is the life of an addict.“ 

|Ky Musselman.|


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