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Drug Struggle

I keep telling myself that things will change,
I keep wondering why I'm acting so strange....
I keep blowing off all the things that I love,
With all the hatred that killed an innocent dove.

I let her get to close to my burdened heart,
The cheating and drugs is only a small start,
Of all the things I have slowly put her through
Only 5 months, I wonder what else can I do?!

Isn't it enought to sit and listen to her cry,
Or how about when I wonder if I were to die....
Would it be better? Better because I'm not there?
Better because I'm not causing her heart to tear?!

But it'd only be worse, because she loves me.
Drugs have blinded me, sadly I can no longer see,
This nightmare is over powering my dreams,
I'm not so sure this is what I wanted to be....

I am capable of love as far as I know,
I promise my heart is not putting on a show,
I want to be better, I want to stop....
But I'm terrified of my own pains tear drop.

I like numbing the pain, 'till it goes away,
Maybe I'll quit some other crazy long day.
I'm stuck in a rut, I don't know what to do....
I'm so lost, cold, alone, completely confused....

— EyeZ street geist, Dec 13, 2007

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Region, Country: California, USA

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Dickinson, Shakespeare, Rudyard Kippling, and others

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meic

18 years 5 months ago

Someone incapable of love

Someone incapable of love could not write as heart-rendingly as this. Don't stop. Mike photo: me, late teens/early twenties - 1st 'face furniture'
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barbsdad2003

18 years 5 months ago

Meic here said it well

And thanx to you, EyeZstreetgeist, for your mustering the courage enough here to share. And for finding the words ... How could any reader be anything but at least sympathetic? Yours, Chuck
Mark

Mark

18 years 5 months ago

Most difficult

The most difficult thing was when I gave it all up I became an outcast and watched my friends become detached and I felt so detached. Some survived. When they tried and hand me some white lady I decided, and that decision brought me to a loneliness I still feel when I look back. And when I look back I realize that I did have a few friends and I know that I was important and I think they are who saw me through even though I didn't know them. The feeling of numbness goes away. You learn to take care of yourself and dealing with things gets more easy. Take care, Write on ! mark