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The truth, I want to go back. To my old ways , Cold hearted & wicked . Living the days dazed. Being lost in the clouds. smoking My Self gone . No pain , no emotions, no thoughts, no worries. Most importantly, No memories. Truth is, As miserable as the life is, I don’t mind it. I don’t fear the though of getting Smoked out till I lose my mind Completely. I don’t fear the life Of a tweaker. Why is this. My life’s been **** since I’ve tried to get sober . I’ve found no happiness, No reasons to smile . Life sober now ? Is double the sadness. I can’t manage to ever do right . I try & try but I always fail. Fail to succeed something awesome . My mind is luring me back . My addictive mind is Taking over
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
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The truth, I want to go back. To my old ways , Cold hearted & wicked . Living the days dazed. Being lost in the clouds. smoking My Self gone . No pain , no emotions, no thoughts, no worries. Most importantly, No memories. Truth is, As miserable as the life is, I don’t mind it. I don’t fear the though of getting Smoked out till I lose my mind Completely. I don’t fear the life Of a tweaker. Why is this. My life’s been **** since I’ve tried to get sober . I’ve found no happiness, No reasons to smile . Life sober now ? Is double the sadness. I can’t manage to ever do right . I try & try but I always fail. Fail to succeed something awesome . My mind is luring me back . My addictive mind is Taking over
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Pearlsmoke
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
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