RelapseA Poem by AreWeBothCrazys**t happens, f**k it.
I run off to college with a fresh new start
No more connections, nothing is just a phone call away anymore I can finally be clean In a few days the terrible, terrible hurting will go away In a few weeks the marks on my arms will fade In a few months maybe even the urges will stop The urges that keep me up at night And make my bones ache And my stomach churn Until all I want to do is scream But I can't make a sound I can't move I can't even breathe. Withdrawal. That was three months ago And now I'm doing better than ever 90 days clean and feeling fine But I go home tomorrow And suddenly tomorrow is today And I'm on a bus And before I even know what's happening My fingers are dialing that familiar number I'm making plans Routing out the same old meeting spot My heart races I begin to sweat I don't even feel guilty This is the only reason I want to come home A little bit later in a bathroom stall Trembling, I untie the baggie Dump the contents into my little tin container Heat it all up Get my cotton, my needle Ready her up Ready myself And with one small push of my thumb My body is wrapped in that warm rush The one I missed so much I slump against the wall Smile frozen on my face If I died right now I'd be content Right back to the old ways Once a junkie, always a junkie I'm an addict I have a disease I love my f*****g heroin. © 2012 AreWeBothCrazyReviews
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4 Reviews Added on January 14, 2012 Last Updated on January 14, 2012 AuthorAreWeBothCrazyMinneapolis, MNAboutI live in Minneapolis, my third city (previously Milwaukee and a suburb of New York City you've never heard of) and the place where my life has changed the most. I'm a hippy - I love marijuana with m.. more..Writing
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