#drugged
Drugged and down
By the air I breath
Last time I breath was the one
We call full of dreams
High on Passion
Something as stupid as passion
Lies to all of us showing
A small glimpse of how life was suppose to be
When the true meaning arose
We breath in the present air
And we are drugged and down again.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 8:43 AM UTC
Just another self-indulged addict
Addicted to the attention writing brings
So I indulge this hobby that separates me from them
In hopes you'll give me my next fix
And sustain me the days my creativity runs dry
A writers block
An addicts road to recovery
I write to be different
I write for the attention
I write for my addiction.
Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 6:04 PM UTC
do you believe in haunted dreams?
not nightmares
but haunted dreams..
because I do.
and that’s because you haunt mine.
every moment of them.
and you haunt my reality.
every waking second is filled with the need to reminisce.
even when I run your scent just seems to follow.
to escape into any type of solitude would grant my unspoken wish.
so I sleep.
but even then my dreams are tinted with
the feeling of nostalgia.
yet it is not from anything I can recall..
to be missing something I never had at all
is a special kind of hell.
you’ve tainted my dreams
as though you’ve put me under a spell.
and it’s weakened me.
leaving me
screaming upon deaf ears
I wonder if my voice will make it out of this fog
you’ve brought.
everything is clouded with
the abyss of you.
you’ve tinted my dreams
in the color
of you.
drugged me and got me hooked.
now if my dreams aren’t tinted with you,
they’re nothing
but bare black walls.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
I'm drugged in pain
Drugged in bipolarity
Drugged in the search for answers
Drugged in the desire of you
When you don't even care
But it's fine, i'll die anyway.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
The kids are high;
Their Liquored lips lifting
To swell with holes in their eyes;
Like black jewels they shine;
Deep pools to let in extra light;
Extra love;
They are hot with an extra warmth
And how it shows;
Glows from within skins
flushed slick and salty.
The kids are high;
And they are sitting in a circle;
They hug one another and stroke each others hair;
They retell their favourite stories;
And confess their kindest compliments with their softest smile
All the while they would swear;
They have never felt so happy;
Or so humanly connected.
The kids are high;
So I guess you should call the police.
Tell them about the risks of delinquents on drugs.
The kids are high;
And they have never been more at peace.
The kids are high;
So they must be a danger.
The kids are high;
And they are truly happy.
The kids are high;
And you hate them for it -
How dare they take pills you didn't prescribe?
The kids are high of their accord.
Do you think they are troubled?
Or do you think they are bored?
The kids are high;
And they are dancing
Dancing with a devil you waltzed with once,
When you too were young,
The kids are high;
And for each step tread
Down your footprint path
You hate them.
The kids are high
And they love you.
The kids are high
Mind the irony.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
I feel ******* drugged
I mean... yeah... I guess I am...
Artificial feelings
Laughing a bit too long...
Missing things...
Miscounting..
I’m just... scattered
But I feel okay
I feel better...?
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
You can read them if you open them up. But if you dont take a look then youll never know.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
I keep running back to you
Like a drug
You keep me in your twisted hands and make me go crazy.
But I keep running back to you
For a fix of what I think is love
My mind is mixed up
I hate you
I love you
But no matter what
You know you have me.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
They told me to stay away.
To stay away from the drugs,
The alcohol, the cigarettes.
But when you force a teen to make adult decisions that have childish effects...
I find myself dealing with the drugs,
The alcohol, the cigarettes.
And the nicotine goes to my head,
The monster controls my body,
The alcohol rushes through my veins.
And I can’t help myself.
Because I’m not scared.
I’m not scared... anymore.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
The words I saw the other day on the bathroom stall read
"Glorified Prison"
MMMM, Cognitively thinking
to myself.
"This is my life"
In an instant flashback of
bent memories,
I thought about
the year
when
it all happened.
My heart started beating rapidly,
my brain collapsing,
My body drenched in sweat.
I was drowning.
Drowning inside a mental pool
and there was no life ring to save me.
I just stood there,
Mummified to the moment.
My eyes were glazed over as if I had glaucoma trying to stare
through a thick London fog.
Everything was disappearing
in front of me.
I saw it though, in my distant memory,
quickly flashing in front of me, like a shooting star across the sky,
then it was gone.
Gone to a place that I never recognized before.
A place that was out of some sort of bad dream.
That place. That brick house. Pitch black outside.
That kind of bad dream, "the worst kind of nightmare
that you can ever imagine"
and I couldn't wake up from it.
Make it go away!!
Please, Make it go Away!!
I am begging you.
STOP IT!!
His hands suffocating me,
but I could barely feel them
or hardly breathe, none the less.
Breathless in this moment.
I became to numb to my surroundings.
Trapped in my own seclusion
and by my own misdirection.
I was left wondering.
I had no idea what was going on.
Lost inside myself,
with unknown fear,
trapped inside that brick house
of malicious trepidation
and insidious manipulation.
I was being sexually violated
and I didn't know why
nor could I control it.
I was in a poisoned induced
coma of fear.
My mind was twisted
beyond reproach
as he continued his sadistic
and cruel usage of my body.
I was longer a human being,
I was just object for his enjoyment.
Escaping the insanity, I ran!!
Finally free or so I thought.
This mental torture has burdened
me for so long and has taken me down many diluted paths
of mistrust, misguidance
and internal, penalized
grief.
I am became lost unto myself.
I have grown to live inside
this Glorified Prison,
with no release date in site.
The torture that I was subjected to,
will never leave me.
So this prison has become solace.
It has also become my hell.
It is where I put on my shoes
and walk without fear but
it is also where I run away
from things.
Many times I begin to tremble when I think of
that nightmare.
It has become a seeded part of me.
It is who I am.
I am a survivor though.
One day I hope to be released
beyond the walls of this
glorified prison,
so I can finally be free.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
Let's all be honest... for once... let us all admit this statement...
Each of us has impaled a dozy pill of mistakes... inhaled regrets fragrant
A prescription of the many countless regrets... failures... and stupid moments
They come back like a drug side effect, attacking you as their opponent
Losing your sense of reality as you drunkenly laugh at the blessings
Numb to kindnesses touch as you roll off the couch of security... nervously sweating
Openly abusing the precious, pure body of wisdom... deaf to her rejecting scream...
She stood by your side... Telling you not to take another drink... not to get lost in marijuana's dream...
A foolish smirk sneaks on your face, your mind clouded by the vape and tobacco, blocking your judgment
Carelessly touching in all the wrong places... pleasurable? Your conscious shows no lament
Your lips are a bite... Your touch is a knife... your words are a poison... to not only wisdom... for it will backfire
You are finally evicted from Illusions hallucinations... you fell for such a devilish liar.
Your brain has rung the alarm to your entire body... memories of unwise choices bring head trama
A heavy alcoholic breath escapes your mouth of regretted words... full of gossips drama
You wobble on unstable feet.. and do not achieve your desired balance...
Falling to your knees... you see the blood... the tears... and the saliva of someone who is guilty... no use in using words of parlance
No lies can hide the guilt that clokes your face...
All evidence leads you down to your fate...
"Drugged and Drunk of Regrets" was the charge placed against you... then you were sent away
But be careful... Memories, thoughts, and feelings can lead your mind astray.
"Set them free... You have been given mercy..."
The Judge granted, without one drop of regret and worry
...Mercy... You have been given mercy for your crime...
So why continue to drug your self on regrets? It's not worth a dime!!
DON'T GET DRUNK ON THE PAST!!!!
THE OLD IS GONE!!! THE PAST WON'T LAST!!!
DON'T CONTINUE TO ****** YOUR THOUGHTS OF A HOPEFULLY FUTURE!!
I HAVE DONE THAT!!! DON'T BE HAPPINESSES CONSUMER!!
We all have been Drugged and Drunk of Regrets...
but the best thing to do... it to apologize... and forget...
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
They are under my skin.
They are everywhere.
How can I make this end?!
They slowly disappear.
The insects leave me be.
All light fades to black.
I wake up and a light I see.
On a gurney, memories I like.
In the ambulance I can't breathe.
I lose feeling of my body.
I feel my soul get dragged beneath.
Darkness consumes me.
I feel numb inside and feel doubt.
Hours pass until I see light.
Days, I was missing, and no way out.
Drugged but I won the fight.
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
Dreaming of outer space
The beautiful boy
Visited a beautiful place
Immensely vast
He floated through stars
And then at last
He began to fall
Through nebulas and dust
Like a heavy ball
He fell and fell
For what seemed like forever
Then awoke shouting, "never, never!"
He panted and sighed sounds of relief
He knew the pills had worn off
And in disbelief
Laid back on his pillow
And shut his eyes
Like a wilting willow
His pain he disguised
Another handful then
"Let's try this again"
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
All of the masses
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
Till they all become passive
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
So they know longer have voices
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
Till they no longer have choices
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
Let them all become sheep
Keep them drugged, keep them drugged
Till their all nice and meek
With their drug addled mind
Their own thoughts will be hard to find
Then we'll input thoughts that are ours
For we are the great and mighty powers
We will tell them we know what's best
Not just for them but all of the rest
Like Sheppards to sheep we'll guide them along
And they will continue to sing our programmed happy song
For when the world starts to come to an end
We'll keep them drugged and tell them we are their friends
For when that day comes we'll shake and we'll sift
Pick out the good ones, drive the rest off a cliff
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
"Ahhh I scream, what is wrong with you?"
"Don't run around I didn't raise you like that!"
"Have these pills!"
**** you, why are you not like the normal kids..."*
"Am I really that weird?"
"Drugged beyond recognition"
"Head as heavy as the weight of himalaya"
"Drowned in medication"
"Always nice too meet you, I am James"
"Do they accept the true me?"
"I am fine. How are you doing?"
"Don't show them. Do drugs"
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
The pharmacist is not your friend
He may put you up in a high hotel
With slip streams of ****** pills
Paxil and Wellbutrin
Designed to defeat depression
To facilitate a fog like
Fugues of perfected moods
With drugs made to create
The perfect drone state
So you can pay your bills
So you can **** and sleep well
So you can keep your health
But it is poison
Kidney killing swill
And while you are under the influence
Perfectly sedated so you forget how to feel
One hand is in your pocket
Thinning your wallet draining dollar bills
While the other hand holds your heart
Crushing what is left of your already weakened will
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
I was sitting in my white room
Sitting on top of the world
Where there are no cares to implore
Never worried about if there was more
Touching monsters that are made to laugh
Tasting colors , smelling every sound
Bite the dog of realities hound
All this in a way , without any
Hell has come to claim it's fair game
In the deserted cemeteries of the heart
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
"No, please"
I wouldn't take it back
just stop it with all these scarring memories
I will not say I was wrong
my thoughts kept me going strong
it all got so bad,
I had a bad dad.
he had to go
to a different home, he didn't belong
his hands beat to a different kind of song
I was bad too
I had way too much drugs to abuse
I closed my eyes, I really did try.
they took it all away
daddy wouldn't listen
mama couldn't cope
next thing I know I'm taking my last ****
sent away. on a not-so sunny day
the sun didn't shine, it had no time
I was never sober, drugged with their pokers
Isn't that funny? I'm such a lonely joker
I can't fight this, I'm sick with their emptiness
it got so hard to breathe
I was drowning, and no one could see
I wasn't the real me.
I was dazed, and unhappy.
"So, what changed?" "Me."
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC
you
me
the world
life
being alive
being me
breathing
everything
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC