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Aug 2016
I can't handle all these emotions
All this weight I'm toting
My baggage from the years
And all the drugs I used for coping
I feel so mentally broken
But spiritually awoken
But as long as I breath air
I'll fight with words unspoken
those who don't know me
Judge me on my clothing
They think that my appearance
Means I've struggled for nothing
But my struggle is still erupting
So let's see the cash
If you think that I am bluffing
I'm so scared for the future
Since I've ****** up my past
My self inflicted torture
Wasted years that went so fast
I hope the pain has taught me something
To avoid the deadly crash
That addiction always leads to
The high that is my last
Analytical skitzo
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Analytical skitzo  28/M/Sacramento
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     ryn, woolgather and KathleenAMaloney
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