You said you wouldn’t let drugs become a problem Here you are snorting lines like nothing matters Letting these drugs eat away at your brain and nose Clenched jaw, sweaty hands, bad temper Who even are you anymore I just want my friend back, who you were before the drugs.. before the fall...before this mess Where did you go
I saw your face yesterday I barley recognized who you've become Hallowed out jaw and forced smile That wasn't who you were around me Your soul has been ****** from your veins The very veins that are pumping the drugs through Your dead eyes spoke volume Eyes don't lie
They take all parts of you until there’s nothing left Stuck with the memories of the trauma Do I grab the gun or the bottle So tainted from others hands Thoughts are drowning me
heart is shattered in millions of pieces which piece are you going to follow if you follow at all hatred filling your veins without your consent but it wouldn't be the first time
Sun, moon, and all the stars that’s what you are to me I am wholeheartedly in love with who you were, who you are, and who you’ll become Love comes unexpectedly Sing me to sleep, my darling
Whiskey breath down the back of my spine Bruised hand following my tailbone Chapped lips on my neck Blood covered thighs and aching insides Who was I now... nobody Words spoke to imply intimidation Intoxicated by your lies Penetrated by betrayal
how did we get here paying bills and losing homes losing children and our minds itching for a new life another death another tear choked up on pride too afraid to swallow it
The month of your known PTSD. The month your life changed forever. Never forget the hands that bruised. The “man” who will never be sorry. Protect yourself during this time. This month is hard.
Opening of the mind during experiments Forever woke about mass happiness Waves of vibrations through your body Becoming completely zen with your inner self
It’s what we dwell on It’s what we cannot forget Something we’re trying to live down Breaks us down and buries the good The past isn’t always what it seems It’s either the beautiful yet sad Or it’s the ugly and damaging Pick
We mutilate to feel something We cry to heal something Struggling to breathe over the thought of you with someone else Bleeding to deal with the lies and insecurities Brain like scrambled eggs in the hot sun Skeleton shapes and clanking bones Is it enough yet