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  May 2018 PEARL SMOKE
Jasmine Skye
Obsession takes hold of my mind
Never know what you'll find
If you would be so kind
Make sure to leave it behind
Nobody wants to live in chains
But just being free what will I gain?
Never walk this road alone
Promise me you will always stay
I give myself away
Or whatever is left of me
Don't want to go
back to that cold place
But what I would do for one last taste
Just one more time I'll always chase
Will I ever be whole again?
I'm not much good to anyone since
That first time I felt the drug hit
The best choice now is probably to
Make it end
PEARL SMOKE May 2018
Open your Wings
Stretch them wide
You ready ? Prepare to fly.
Your Free butterfly.

No more Living Unhappy.
You felt You Were trapped with me
You couldn’t Move Comfortably
You felt watching your steps was a reason to always be upset.
You felt Boundries were a punishment & i got upset over any little thing.
You wanted everything to go only your way.
Your views and Your Interests were Forced on me.
I had to do it all Or Els the king would Take it offensively.

You set rules I mandatory had to follow with out questioning .

I set rules. you complained & Still Broke each one of them .

Your feelings Had to be cared for.
My feelings always injured and ignored.

In your eyes I was Always incorrect.
My actions somehow manipulated You to feel furious & upset .

I Could never express my pain
You throw a fit saying “here we go again you always want to argue and talk ****”


You felt trapped
You wanted to be loved
In a way where you do what you want and the other obeys controlled to act your preferrable way.
You placed  restrictions
though it could never apply to you
Somehow you always had an exuse .
PEARL SMOKE May 2018
I’m giving up .
I’m feeling sadder every day.
what does it matter anyways.
My love has gone away
These drugs are getting to my brain.
I’m done and it’s ok.
Drug induced makes no difference.
High or sane I’m treated the same.
Never extra love just given large amounts of hate.
I’m losing touch and I don’t want to stay
  May 2018 PEARL SMOKE
Joshua Michael
I can hear them again,
I can hear the voice.
They are calling me out,
To make the choice.

They want me to start,
To use again.
They telling me to end,
End all the pain.

I know this numbing high,
The brown slop.
I know they are right,
It makes it stop.

They are screaming listen,
Listen.
The voices are back, the demons the ones who tell me to do things.
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