"percs" poems
While Zafar takes his crop to town
Businessmen snort ******
Teens buy bundels to fill their veins
With housewives Oxycontin reins
The Generals demand their Percs
Technocrats love Dilaudid's quirks
While drones fly over Zafar's field
Counting flowers for next year's yield
r 9Jan14
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
listen here: https://youtu.be/zvKsDjWhETE
I could give this all up fall in love with a new life
Got a new view of a new tribe
What did I do to deserve this new life
looking back percs in petty sacks
Off white china in .1 packs
Point of all this is I took it the max
Could this one book keep me from the casket
God my life has been so tragic
Never enough
Never felt love like I did from the dub
Took it and run like I'm never coming back god
Never looking back on it living in the past, nah Imma let it go
Let it all go I'm a new individual
Coming so lyrical bringing hella visuals
Victim of nothing Imma survivor
Sick and I'm tired; corrupt desire
let me go, God
So I know I know I'm
Free to grow God
Not alone
let me go, God
So I know I know I'm
Free to grow God
Not alone
Let me go
I know this road's not easy
It's not made to please me
I leave the rest behind
Watch the smile fade from her eyes
I'm alone
Many tries now my life is on the line
And I got no phone
Never enough
Never felt love like I did from the dub
Took it and run like I'm never coming back god
Never looking back on it living in the past, nah Imma let it go
Let it all go I'm a new individual
Coming so lyrical bringing hella visuals
Victim of nothing Imma survivor
Sick and I'm tired; corrupt desire
let me go, God
So I know I know I'm
Free to grow God
Not alone
let me go, God
So I know I know I'm
Free to grow God
Not alone
I want to be free
Locked in with disease
Put me on my knees
Looking for the key
Feel so empty on the inside
Take me then divide
Struggle then I die
Pretend I'm alive; that's a lie
Never enough
Never felt love like I did from the dub
Took it and run like I'm never coming back god
Never looking back on it living in the past, nah Imma let it go
Let it all go I'm a new individual
Coming so lyrical bringing hella visuals
Victim of nothing Imma survivor
Sick and I'm tired; corrupt desire
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
Ouch. It hurts.
My muscles tighten...the pain intensifies
I reach for you as tears swell in my eyes
Take 1 every 6 hours, the bottle reads
Can 1 cure the pain? Yes, Indeed
Much better, symptom free.
Tomorrow.
Ouch. It hurts.
My muscles tighten...the pain intensifies
Let's try 2, I feel the symptoms on arise
Much better, symptom free.
No hurt. No pain.
*** he just said we're done.
Ouch. It hurts -more painful than the first day
My heart has been torn, torn in the worst way
Let's try 4, that would numb it to the core
A broken heart is hard to fix...4 didn't cure
1 more left...but I think I need 6
A simple signature from a doctor will help this fix
A quick visit to doc and I'll be fine
Ouch. It hurts...the pains still there...doc nothing works
Take these 4x a day they're called percs
Ouch. It hurts.
My muscles tighten...the pain intensifies
Fake doc signatures, false diagnosis, all the lies
Up to 25 a day...reaching for the orange bottle
...even when the pain is away
Fading in and out, in her own world
Still broken hearted no cure for this girl
Ouch. It hurts.
My muscles tighten...the pain intensifies
A bottle a day, she's losing the fight
Who knew 1 pill could ruin my life
Ouch. It hurts.
My muscles tighten...the pain intensifies...
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
As long as I'm breathing
I'm a heathen
Beatin anybody that's seeing
My demon inside
It strives
Keeps me alive
I'm fine
My mind
It starts to decompose
And i suppose i should know
If my heart is cold
But unfortunately
I've broken all my bones
And the pain that I'm feeling
Is why I'm ******
And the percs in my system
Is why I'm slowed
I look at your neck
And open my knife
But the voice in my head says
Wait for tonight
Because I can't wait to see the blood drip from the slice
But my fingers tremble from the hate that burns in my eyes
I lose all control
And I take my pistol
Who ill **** i don't know
Carve your face with a chisel
If you want to **** my demon
Grab your crystals
Cuz you'll need a seance to crave my need to feed
Cuz the gun on my waist
Needs to make you bleed
Not because your evil
But because your a human being
If your breathing
You deserve my beating
Because as a whole
When it comes to the human race hate is all I'm seeing
I could have been an angel
But I lost my wings
Strictly over small innocent little things
But because of them i became evil all over
And I'll be murdering the innocent until hell freezes over
I'm the devil's disciple
The devil's child
And I'll be attacking with my fire for a while
Because the only thing that leaves my mouth is bile
And the only emotions left in my body are vile
I'm a hollowed out man that's been filled with hate
And murdering the innocent is not up for debate
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
For ten months I’ve watched you struggle,
And for ten months I’ve felt helpless.
First it was the percs,
I asked you why,
You said “boredom”
Next is was *******
I asked you why,
You said “so I can get off the percs”
After that it was Xanax,
I asked you why,
“Because the coke ate a hole through my nose”
I just hope that we don’t have to dig a hole for you.
Instead of me shifting through your boxes desperately trying to find your stash,
You’ll be in the box, we’ll pour dirt over you, and our tears will never dry up.
Except today when your aunt asked you how you want us to arrange your funeral
You said you wanted to be cremated
So I guess you’ll just be dust.
I took apart your apartment, just to find your drugs. Now it’s as messy as you’ve become ,
I left your house feeling like I’ve already lost you,
Addiction has its greedy claws stuck in your skin, it’s made you unrecognizable.
We buried Kyle in August, cause he developed a habit and couldn’t shake it, Now I’m Afraid I’ll have to wear black for you soon too,
Please addiction, don’t take another friend from me. Give her back. Please give her back. I don’t have enough boxes to keep fitting their bodies.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
12:07 am
this is my first time writing since may. i dont really know what to write about. ive written about pain, ive written about guilt, *** abuse, drugs. it seems thats all there is to be wrote about. i could write about love, but **** it thats so cliche and trust me ive tried it once and it turned out rotten.
i think this is a very bad time in my life. it feels as if rock bottom is one hill away. (lost all my friends, lost familys respect,cutting, getting fat(startingtostarve), snorting percs). ive thought ive been at rock bottom so many times. but every time i thought it, i realized theres more to come. (every overdose i exposed to mom)
but this time i think im farther down than that. im to the point that i realize dying is a bad option, but i can feel, as the seconds go by, it seems like the best. i know i thought about dying before, but never in this sense. ive never thought of it as a real option, ive always thought "yes, i will take these pills, but they will not **** me. i will get help after they see im suffering"
honestly, i dont want to overdose and end up back in the hospital. its a bore, a endless circle of routine. (take the pills, confess, hospital, pumped with fluids, drink the charcol, talk to doctors, pack my bags, long drive, 1 week stay)
but i dont want to die either. im terrifed of whats after death. (heaven/hell?, rot in the ground? come back a bear?) (worst scenario: stay on earth as a ghost, watch my loved ones suffer)
and i do realize there are people that love me, not many, but enough. and for some ****** up reason thats not stopping me from my selfishness. its not convincing me to let my darkness out.
im so confused about life and about who we are and what were suppoused to do and how everything ended up the way it did. im thinking too much nonsense, not thinking enough commonsense.
anyways, i guess ill keep living for now (probably keep cutting, keep snorting pills, and keep starving) and pray (towho???)that things get better
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
It's All Or Nothing,
But Don't ******* Test Me.
I Will Burn The ******* Scoreboard, Break The Floorboards, I Get Proper ******* Testy.
Classic Gay As Bright As Day At Night I Get Messy.
Religious Abandon I Couldn't Stand Them, So Now I Guess I Will Bless Me.
No Wonder I'm Stressy, Guess God Could Just Hex Me, Demons Begone Because Jesus Just Text Me.
I Have Some Quirks That Aren't Always Perks, I Know Of Pain But I Don't Drop Percs, Who Is The Same? I Mean To Live Is To Work.
While We're All Burnt Out They Laugh & Shirk.
I Could Just Shriek From The Reek Of The ********
I Could Just Snap At The Crack Of A Bull Whip.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC