Addictions are like ******* Everyone has one, and they usually stink Smoke Shoot Snort whatever you need to get you through but... What about when its not drugs? How does she disclose When her scars itch When she's twitching Scratching Looking for something what is it what is it what is it what is it where is it where where where.... Her mind races Her scars burn hot Hot enough to burn her shorts Hotter than her tears There Under the board on her stand Shiny and stolen Mechanical pencils are better anyway She mutters to herself Up goes her shorts Up goes her sleeves 1 2 3 4 5 Dont count, make them even In a line Not like that Her sister gets clean She's left in limbo How could she justify How could she seek help When she does it to herself When it wont make her ***** When it wont make her seize Addictions, everyone has one For her, there's a relapse on the way who knew self harm was addictive
Stair sitting Star gazing Deep in thought Galaxies in my eyes Glass in my nose Ill never stop loving the stars up above Ill never stop loving the way it burns Ive got angels in my veins And demons in my soul Im really not for one addiction But the world is always spinning So why cant i? Its just a little i say Its only for a day Or 2 or 3 Maybe more Its easy to walk away But hard to stay gone Im made from star dust and bad decisions So when the devil himself comes in crystal disguise Im pulled into it’s fiery **** once again And *******! Does it feel so good Im falling in love and i dont want to stop Take my hand Take my money Lead me on the path to heaven Lead me on the path of self destruction Set my soul on fire Send my mind racing Ice cold thoughts Climbing and diving on the monster Only when i finally come down Are there whispers in my ears Is this really all worth it? What if you die in the crash? Bruised knees and scraped elbows The whispers come back Another question appears What if the ride is worth it? What if setting foot on the blatantly treacherous path is the best part? What if the fun is in the climb? Im drowning in the swamp of self pity And sinking in the quicksand for a fractured psyche But For the first time in a long time it all seems worth it The stars have never looked as beautiful as they do Than when im speeding through my thoughts And ive never felt as close to heaven as i do Than when im making love to the devil I know i’m selling my soul. Signing my death certificate And i see his struggles, The way it destroys him But i cant bring myself to walk away from it Not again. Im hand in hand with my crystal clear knight Married to the drug Til death do us part.
It's my best friend, and my nightmere- it's all that I love and everything I fear. It's my fulfillment, my bottomless sorrow- bringing dark thoughts of no tomorrow. It's my strength, my greatest plight- this evil addiction I try to fight. It's my oblivion, my heartbreaking pain- a toxic cloud that's killing my brain. It's my protection, my paranoid lies- the Devil himself in crystal disguise. It's my sanity, my endless strife- this methamphetamine destroying my life. It's my reality, my make-believe bliss- I just never imagined I would end up like this....
The head fuckery of societies rules. The indoctrination in our schools has led to the homeless on our streets while politicians count their seats. The privileged few, too rich to mention fail to reveal their true intention.
The NHS setup to break by psychopaths all on the take. Big business stripped of all its gold, no pension funds left for the old. Big pharma, they don't miss a trick, they're making you & I feel sick. They push the pills that ring the tills even though they know it kills.
With the best advice and greatest will our kids are on **** & fentanyl. While drinking water turns a son into a daughter, it's Atrazine that makes a King a Queen.
While we're divided black & white, we'd never stand up to their might So take your neighbour, hold their hand and together we'll reclaim our land.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Utopia is a planet with no borders & free movement of a free people.