May 2015
**** and mistakes
Go hand in hand.
Time seems fly
Like hour glass sand.
Tried to stop
Failed yet again.
So I sit in the tub
Twisting a bub .
I can see myself
Circling this drain.
Hiding from pain
With pure scream brain.
Been awake for days
Wasting my time.
****** up to forget
The troubles on my mind.
The haunting troubles
Are all self-inflicted.
Struggling to push through
Fully addicted.
I keep ******* up
But it won't be my fate.
I've become someone in not
Someone I hate.
Go hand in hand.
Time seems fly
Like hour glass sand.
Tried to stop
Failed yet again.
So I sit in the tub
Twisting a bub .
I can see myself
Circling this drain.
Hiding from pain
With pure scream brain.
Been awake for days
Wasting my time.
****** up to forget
The troubles on my mind.
The haunting troubles
Are all self-inflicted.
Struggling to push through
Fully addicted.
I keep ******* up
But it won't be my fate.
I've become someone in not
Someone I hate.
To answer your question. Yes. I still have a problem. I don't write poetry about drugs because I'm proud of myself. The life I lead is nothing to brag about. I just hope my words inspire others to think about the choices they make. Say nope to dope kids
© Zachary J Morsette 2015
© Zachary J Morsette 2015
