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Fentanyl…
a name that tastes like sorrow
even before it reaches the tongue.
The one thing
you must never touch—
for it is not a drug,
but a shadow
that slips beneath the door
and steals the light
right out of a soul.
It doesn’t roar.
It doesn’t rage.
It moves quietly,
coldly,
like winter crawling across skin
until all warmth is gone.
It takes the innocent,
the hurting,
the ones searching for a moment of peace—
and gives them silence instead.
And when I think of it,
my heart sinks
like a stone in deep water.
Because I’ve felt its pull.
More than once.
And it is not a choice—
it is an undertow.
A whisper saying, “Come closer,”
as it drags you
down
down
down
into a place
where breathing feels borrowed.
The pain of being without it
isn’t just pain—
it is a storm inside the bones,
a trembling of every memory,
a hollow hunger
that no food, no air, no prayer
can fill.
Withdrawals carve you open
like a dull blade—
slow,
merciless,
leaving you curled around yourself
hoping the next minute
won’t last as long as the last.
And the high—
God…
the high is a lie,
a thin flicker of light
that barely touches the darkness
before disappearing,
leaving you colder than before.
But the part that breaks you—
truly breaks you—
is watching those you love
fade as if made of smoke.
Their laughter thinning,
their eyes dimming,
their bodies turning into ghosts
while they’re still standing.
You reach for them,
your hands trembling,
your voice cracking,
but they keep slipping
and slipping
and slipping
like sand through shaking fingers.
There is no angel to intervene,
no final-hour miracle,
no soft voice saying,
“It’s going to be alright.”
There is only loss
that arrives like nightfall—
quiet,
inevitable,
leaving behind a world
that feels emptier
than you ever thought possible.
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Fentanyl never apologizes
for the lives it steals.
It never returns
what it takes.
It leaves only shadows,
and love with nowhere to go,
and the unbearable weight
of wishing you could have saved
just one more soul…
©️scomeaux
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 2:52 AM UTC
I'm addicted to the way hold me
I'm addicted to the way you feel
I'm addicted to your touch
Hush...
I get a sudden rush
Your more than just my crush.
Your like a narcotic
You got me believing your lies,
Your hypnotic
If you were **** youd be chronic
You make inside my head go chaotic..
Let's be honest.
Your bad for my health ,but I don't want anyone else
Loving you is hell,
But when your right next to me,I can't resist you
Your like a drug to me.
Why cant you see how bad I need you
Like an addict needs their fix,
Its hit and miss with you.
I try so hard to believe in you
But you keep making it hard to **** with you.
I really ******* love you
I wish youd open your eyes and see me.
Your like a narcotic to me I'm addicted and I cant give you up
I need your rush
It's a must , its toxic
Like the drugs, but I want it,
I need it
I gotta have your rush.
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 11:02 PM UTC
Hour after hour, day after day I sit here and try to pray, my conscious won't let go of all this ****** pain, all this hate keeps building up.my life as it once was has somehow escaped, I dread the agony, yet there's so much more to come, my soul is lost in all my sorrows ill go to sleep tonight hoping to see tomorrow, if my body awakens from this dreadful rest ill go through this day praying its the start of my new beginning.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 1:27 AM UTC
So lonely,
Gone quick,
Labeled selfishly,
Spirit split..
What was blood,
How'd I find,
Thick as mud,
This alternate mind.
I've got my eyes,
Dead opened up wide,
I've got the dirt,
And the spit of,
The world all dies.
My mouth on the metal,
Lips of a scarred girl
Got angels in the lobby,
To put me in line,
I won't ask for forgiveness.
My little faith has gone dry,
I've got my Christian's for scripture,
Death has crawled in my ears,
Music of songs I shouldn't hear.
And it spins all around as,
We all lay down some faster than,
Some do it better in smaller amounts,
Ending the time we all had together.
©️shaneia
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
I travel these roads day after day,this new journey my life has became is unexplainable, not a soul in sight ,always feeling alone inside.. desperate for a fight. I have a tendency to keep living from the past, my dreams ,they haunt me, not only when I'm resting ,but constantly. Replays of you keep me feeling insane. I don't wanna remember you, I don't wanna think of you, I hate you dude, why won't your memories fade ,I've been locked up in your hell for far to long. Yet I can't seem to escape.--Shaneia Comeaux
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:38 AM UTC
Anxiety, anxiety,
I get nervous
I feel weak,
Its really hard for me to speak..
Its not my fault, my mind wont come to a halt..
Im constantly thinking of all the negative outcomes, that can possibly occur, my minds a blurr ...
Whys my mind put me in binds
I fight and i fight, for no reason at all.... the negative thoughts make me feel like im nothing at all.
I unknowingly drift away from society...
Cause i think everyones tryin to lie to me...
My mind is always tryin me...
Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety ..
I wish you werent apart of me.
©️shaneia
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
You constantly lie, you deny the truth. Your no good for me and your no good for you, mind games, and heartbreak. Is what your all about, **** you dude. I'm tired of it, I'm out! Although it hurts me, because I fell inlove with you, its what's best for me and what's best for you. Your never going to be the man I need you to be, I dont know why I'm to blind to see the real side of who you are . This goodbye is definitely going to leave a scar. It's hard. And I'm falling apart, it's worse when you show up and then leave.... then all my feelings get twisted and I'm forced to start over it's not a healthy trend ... you win. You got what you wanted from me, I was only temporary ... you'll never see just how good to you I could be. Because you watched me fall apart. You did this to me tho. You lead me on and now I'm not strong enough to move on from you, I really wish I ****** hated you.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:35 AM UTC
if it happens tonight
Would you feel alright, feel alright with our last goodbye.
I waited for you, like I always do, we fought and I cried, you wouldn't even look me in my eyes, or kiss me goodbye, suicide....weighing heavy on my mind, if it happened tonight tell me,would you ******* feel alright, feel alright with our last goodbye, you couldn't look me in my eyes,you wouldn't kiss me goodnight, I waited for you, that's nothing new, but the way you left after I told you I was depressed, really put a hole in my chest .. all alone, noone to talk to, none to hold me,everyone sees me, but there' looking right through me, I wish they all knew everything that goes on inside my head. Tell me do you think I'm alright, do you think I'm okay, yeah, looks.can be deceiving cause I'm not alright I'm not okay. I'm tired of life I'm tired of the thoughts that run through my ******* head. I'm not alright... I'm not okay let me say it again. I'm not alright! I'm not okay! All I wanted was a friend. But instead I'm left crying in my room silently falling apart, bullet to my heart or nuse around my throat.. silently I choke. It's the end I lost all hope.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
So depressed, life is just a constant stress,my mind cant rest... pain in my chest,its either this or death.. Dreadful rest...
Is this God's test,
Or is my life that big of a mess..
This pain in my chest..
I constantly live inside my head, the boogie monsters not under my bed, hes inside my ******* head, I cant escape him,i know he ain't fake man, theres nowere to run to and nowere to hide. I look in the mirror and I'm forced to look him in the eyes . ...
I begin to cry, tears rolling down my cheek, my knees get weak.,I cant speak please god set me free from all this misery ...
Shaneia Comeaux
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
So depressed, life is just a constant stress,my mind cant rest... pain in my chest,its either this or death.. Dreadful rest...
Is this God's test,
Or is my life that big of a mess..
This pain in my chest..
I constantly live inside my head, the boogie monsters not under my bed, hes inside my ******* head, I cant escape him,i know he ain't fake man, theres nowere to run to and nowere to hide. I look in the mirror and I'm forced to look him in the eyes . ...
I begin to cry, tears rolling down my cheek, my knees get weak.,I cant speak please god set me free from all this misery ...
Shaneia Comeaux
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC