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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I’ve never felt this easy-going, about anything
These pills, seem to make the pain just melt away
Before long, I feel numb
Emotionally, physically, mentally
Nothing can bring me down from this high I feel
Nothing can push me down
The way they have so many times before
But sometimes I lose track of things, everything
I forget things I always seem to remember
And they tell me that I’m sick
They try to help me change my ways
But in my mind, there’s nothing left to fix
They try to tell me I’m getting worse
That I’m going on a downhill track
But they have no idea how I feel
And they call me things like a “user” and “addict
To be an “addict” it has to be a problem
And I have no issues anymore
If I become detached, than there’s nothing to feel
Nothing to hurt me
What’s so wrong with that?

Submitted: July 12, 2009

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Whisper Largo

This is really good. It's a lot like a book I'm planing to write called Hear My Silent Screaming.

Sun, July 12th, 2009 3:01pm


i will definately be sure to check that out.
+ thank you.

Thu, July 16th, 2009 4:28pm

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