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Submitted:Aug 17, 2009    Reads: 106    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   


The new drug,
The one every one yearns for
Myself included.
I'm addicted as ever,
Your voice lingers in my head,
I need a new hit after an hour,
I cannot control myself,
I want more and more,
I try to explain that I can't have this,
It isn't a matter of happiness,
I won't stop indulging myself.
Sure,
The drug is cheap,
But it comes with a heavier price,
One that lives inside you,
Spawning feelings of doubt,
I'm dependent on it,
Shoot me up,
I need his praise,
I need his voice to go on.
Just one last one,
And then I'll quit, I swear.
It leaves no evidence,
No drag marks,
No scent,
No cancer,
Only the trained eye can see its mark.
A heart, Shattered in half.
Awaiting discovery.
Its killing me from the inside out,
Worse than any sickness,
But I don't care,
The feeling that I live off,
Even if it's only for a few seconds,
Few precious second,
My addiction won't break,
I won't fight it,
I need the happiness,
I covet the feelings saving them for rainy days.
But every day seems dreary,
And I'm running out faster than ever.
Withdrawal is never pretty,
As I have learned,
I beg for more,
With all energy I own,
Anything to escape my life.
One last one,
I promise I'll stop,
After just one more,
Promise, For real this time.
One last jolt,
One last tingle of pleasure,
Then I forget all of this forever,
I promise with my shattered heart.





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