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Isabelle Sep 2016
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*Love is a drug,

That leaves you high and dry

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Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry
(- not sure if this is from radiohead..)
TK Aug 2016
Time flies on this high
Before you know it
Hours have gone by
Since you last ate or slept
Your frail body undernourished
And weak
From the borrowed energy
You inhaled
Ready to collapse from exhaustion
With skin so dull and pale
A horrible sight to see
Witnessing a lost soul
On such a dark journey
Derby Sep 2016
Love is no drug, you fool!
It would be more accurate to say it is a state of emotion and affection,
of care and awareness,
of conscience and consciousness,
all brought on by a series of complex chemical imbalances and reactions in the brain.

Yes, in the brain,
not in your heart,
not in your bones,
not in your muscles,
but in your brain.

If love were a drug, you fool,
you would take it in by needle and syringe,
inhale its smoke,
ingest its fruits or flowers,
drink its enchanted elixir,
let it fizzle and dissipate on the tip of your tongue,
or worse yet,
open wide—it’s a suppository!

Yup, that’s right,
right up the *** with your love—
if it were a drug, that is!

Just suffice it to say,
love is not a drug, you fool,
It just happens.
Dark Delusion Sep 2016
Needles under my nails.
Spoons behind my eyes.
You notice all the trails.
I wish you wouldn’t realize.

Robe around my neck.
Wild fire burning my skin.
Why did you have to check.
You don't have to win.
.
My cutted fingers lies everywhere
Blood is flushing out.
Why did you have to care.
“Die your *****” is all they go about.

Now you have to go through the same.
Ripping every hair out.
This is not just a game.
They won’t hear even if you shout.

Now I’m not alone because of you.
Even though you cared.
You can see out of my point of view.
Death is what you dared.

Life is our drug we all share.
While death is our remedies.
We all share the same nightmare.
Now I lie with our Dead Memories.
complexify Sep 2016
it's stupid to feel sad
especially over things that don't matter

but it is more stupid to feel sad
over things that has ended

it's stupid to miss someone
who already left you

and it's stupid to hurt yourself
with the melancholy of it

the sadness within being fed
with its delicious meal;
your soul.

why do we choose to be sad
when we can entirely ignore?

we all need sadness
don't deny it.
it is a drug
unmentioned by anyone
but needed by everyone.

you can say
you want to be happy all the time
but i can see it in your eyes, dear.

you're longing for that
medium-sized sadness
and contentment included in it.

you're stupid
and you need sadness.

try.
try to deny me.
true?
Rianna Aug 2016
Darling can't you see?
I'm the one
Who can cause the pain
To be numb.
I'm the one
Who can devour your soul
And take you captive in my kiss.
Even if it's a just a second
Darling I can be your drug.
Let me take you somewhere.
Also meh
Phia Aug 2016
You are a drug
I just can't figure out
How to quit.
Alone at day and night
Comforted by his madness
Bewitched by his own fright
Disturbed and distracted
Addicted to chemicals mixed
A breath of fresh air
A rush, a sudden fix

The boy is sick, can't you see?
It's obvious to me and blatant
I can't understand why he's alone
Surrounded by his friends
Helpless and silent, yet screaming
A consistent lack of feeling and
I'm thinking somebody throw him a rope

We're all here thinking it
Behind closed doors
The boy is sick
I mean really, sick
We watch in horror as he spirals
Furiously out of control

For the love of all things
Neither holy, nor good or evil
For the love of the unbiased
For the understanding of sanity
For the boy that cries to us all
And receives no help

In the name of the thoughtful
Let us not reject a patient
We can't ignore the subject
Illness is illness
Poor health is body and mind
And soul....
Addiction is addiction
Physical dependence and mentality
Are real as cancer, as defiant as gravity

When it takes him
That pain that lasts a thousand years
And his mother cries a million tears
It will be too young, too soon
Too awful...
Emily Von Shultz Aug 2016
White lines
of white silence,
end the violence,
take me to a winter wonderland.

They say that though the blizzard buries all the skeletons in your closet under a blanket of snow,
they'll still be there when it melts.
This is old.
Bria Grimm Aug 2016
Red and raw like my brain,
unable to shut down.
Thoughts crashing like electrons
orbiting a nucleus of dueling emotions.
Wanting to stay up,
Knowing I should want to come down
and stay that way.
I wrote this when I was battling an addiction with MDMA back in 2011. This short piece explains my frame of mind during his era.

I hope this ressinates with at least one other soul.
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