addictionhave you ever been an addict. and im not talkingabout the hey-i-like-to-do-this-alot type of addict.im talking about theif-i-dont-get-it-right-now-im-going-to-fucking-blow-someones-head-offtype of addict. im an addict. ive never blown anyoneto get it. i dont think i would. but i havent beengiven the opportunity to either. the reason i say 'idont think i would' is because i like to pretend thati still have something thats mine. dignity, pride,standards. but i know i would easily toss those awayjust to get it. i know because i have. so all ireally have is it. for one hour. for two hours. forfifteen minutes or however long it last. however longi can afford it to last. ill be high for fifteenminutes if thats all i can get.im an addict. i dont get high just to get high. iget high just to get my mind off getting high for afew hours. after a fix im good for eight hours.maybe. then the last of my previous highs memorycells dry up and i want. need. how ca
Silenced by DeathRip my brain out and leave my skull empty.I'll take this death as a blessing,as it stops my thoughtsthat rush by like a roaring creak.No more will voices scream at me,telling me what to do.No one fucking wants you, you stupid bitch.Stop eating; you're fatter than a whale.They're lying to you, you aren't beautifulHe doesn't love you.You're pathetic. A whiny little dykethat should go jump off a bridge.Slit your wrists and bleed to death.Everyone will be so much happier with you gone.We don't want you here.Go die, you whore.No more will these memories replayover and over;torturing me and breaking my heart again.A resounding slap echoes throughout the apartmentas I close my eyes tightly and grit my teethto try and block out the sting of a disappointed parent.I refuse to open them and see that facefull of rage and regretof ever creating this disgusting creature they now call their child.I clench my fists, trembling lightly from the restraintit takes for m
Lost in LoveI need someoneAnd you need someone tooI feel that I am driftingIn a dream without a clueDreaming of the girlThat I could beLooking in the mirrorWondering who it is that's meWhen everyone is asking meTo be someone elseI just want to be freeTo hold you closeTo hold you tightTo know that somethingWon't fall awayI don't know who I amBut I know for sureThat I need you todayI know that I mean somethingWhen I see your eyesSoftly gently lovingly gazingAt the person that is meAnd I wonder oh I wonderHow that could beAnd who is it you seeWhen your staring back at meIt's almost like you see someoneIt's like you know who I amAnd I wonder how anyone canBut I need you honeyI need you darlingI love the person that is youI wonder...I wonder what it says about who I amIf I'm in love with you
Was It Worth Itthe time you hold everything close to you everything you love and keeps you fighting. you hold it close to your heart and hold it inside. then you realize to everyone else it means nothing. it bursts out and drips away. you feel your heart tighten and your chest gets heavy so you smile and say way any of this worth it?