You were what i like to call
the original high
You were the one that knew
How to make me reach the endless sky
The one I needed in me
to get by
The high with you as the drug
But you then became the worst
They said ****** was bad for you
But they clearly never had a dose of you
They had studied ****** coke, and ****
But they had never studied you
And your toxic love
Yeah, the same one that I believed
Was sent from above
You were deadly
And I was,
I was high on you
And your love
was cutting me like a knife
not knowing I was playing Russian roulette
with my life
Because no one had ever told me
I could feel the high without the drug
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
I'm falling to pieces
but I don't mind
because the high I felt with you
was worth my time
Or maybe it wasn't
and im just venting
Telling myself it was worth it
When I know it really wasn't
your memory haunts me
No, more like it taunts me
causing the raging storms within
I guess its time to walk away
While i haven't yet became
Insane
My ego whispers , he was yours
The monsters the storm created
Whisper , dont let him go
But the bit of sanity I have left
Shrivels and says
Accept that it
just wasn't meant to be
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
She was drowning in a pool of thoughts
Trying to silence who she was
Left and right
She had always been confronted with
Nothing but illusions of happiness
She was told happiness was a choice
Logic then indicated that
Depression was a choice too
And her choice ,
her choice was always depression
It was something about the pain
That soon became a ******* game
The adrenaline , the rush , the insomniac nights
They had all became a habit
It was the source of her writing
The source of her life
It was addictive
It was a drug she loved getting high off of
It had become her best friend, her companion
For it was always around
Anxiety was her cousin
She had learned to love them both
She embraced them
I mean how could she not
when they were the only ones
who were always around when no one else was
Time obliged her to learn how to conceal her depression
She had mastered it
And no one had a clue
She thought to herself one night
Asking the awakened sky
Why it seemed that she needed depression to survive
Why she needed depression to get by
When all she ever wanted was to ******* strive
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
I flip through the pages of my favorite book
Poems even
Attempting to find allitle of myself in the authors
To have the satisfaction
of knowing
i do not stand alone with my thoughts
Attempting to rationalize the insanity of my mind
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC