Drugs don't do Fuck all,
I try and stand against the storm
I fall, I fall, I fall.
My body aching:
Limbs ripped and fucking torn.
I carve my flesh
With an old rusted knife
Is this a test?
Is this a fight?
What the fuck
Is this life?
I paint on a smile, and it
Washes away, my flamboyant
Act is all just a play.
Draped in gold and silver
And more
Dressed up as i walk through the door
So they never see,
The fears and tears.
The real dark, drugged up me.
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Author:
Anonamus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2018 06:50
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Comments4
Very intense read. Brings back memories of the days when I was running with my best friend the devil. He walks around me til this day but it's ok no need to go play
Wow! I can imagine that is what it is like, quite chilling, loved the way you wrote it Excellent
Thank you
That’s deep. Definitely sounds like you’re going through a lot. I love the read.
Thank you, honestly this was from past memories, I feel so much better than I was. I'm in a good place now.
You’re welcome. That’s definitely good to hear. I just posted one that I wrote in the past too that I came across on my notes. It showed me how we can eventually get to a better place over time.
I love the emotion in this write. I can also relate.
- Syd
Thank you 🙂
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