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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this for obvious reasons. It's about someone using drugs and giving up everything they have for them.

Submitted: August 15, 2010

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Submitted: August 15, 2010



The tears I've shed aren't enough
Where's the person I love and miss
You're making it hard to remain strong
Why do you keep doing this

Dazed and disoriented you wont listen to reason
The promises you made, shattered like glass
I'm losing the one I fought so hard for
For what, for a high that wont even last

I'm angry inside but I've done enough damage
Almost like what you're doing to me
I scream out my rage but you don't listen
You don't hear the agony amidst my plea

The anguish is a flame I cannot hinder
Provoking demons I cant defeat
The turmoil of your actions I can handle
But these inner wounds I cannot treat

I'm falling apart, withering away
And you don't even notice
Too engrossed with taking pills
"There's no hope for the hopeless"

You proceed to slip away
To a surreal oblivion
While we uphold the incoherent
Shell that you've become

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