I am in this world trying to find my place But everything i see leaves me with a bad taste Pride and greed is the focus of the game Every human I meet, they seem the same.
I cry at night in bed and wonder If there is a way to live without going under I am surrounded by pressure from people to be A person my parents wanted to see.
But instead I'm caving in, sinking Spend time smoking **** and drinking I'm popping pills and shooting up H Anything I find to reduce the ache.
Ashamed of who I am today The way I am living is not okay Pushing me close to thoughts of suicide Wondering if it would matter if I died.
I cannot control my mind, I wish I could Maybe then I would feel something good Instead of this pain and sorrow All I do is hope it gets better tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes, and tomorrow goes Without highs but plenty of lows I lost my job and it's my fault Income has come to a crashing halt.
Each bill I crumple and throw away Utilities I can't afford to pay Drowning in problems, with no help in sight That's the reason I cry day and night.
I wake, nautious, before my alarm I follow my routine; stick a needle in my arm I hate the monster I've become I'm tired of hurting, I want to be numb.
I cannot live like this forever, I know But this lifestyle won't let me go It is now or never, turn my life around Or end up six feet underground.
Written on 2/27/17
This is an old poem I stumbled upon the other day it made me tear up reading how close I was to being pushed over the edge. These poems give me motivation to keep on the sober path!