The Used

The broken. The damned. Being called dirt under shoes. The broken, The damned, The Used.

Scrub the skin with abscinthe alcohol
     In a moment, feel nothing at all
        Inject the needle, torment ends
            He has found another solution to survive this bend

Feel it rush down the spine
     He feels like going over every line
          "Faith shall heal", they say
              Lights one smoke in order to transcend himself away

Falling like a statue nobody remembers
     Disappear with the zephyr, an unwanted ghost
         His life, a glut of blunders
             In line to meet the b*****d on the cross

Tread the place of the damned
    No shimmering solace in this hypocritical land
        Just another heart stabbed, abused
            Just another day in the life of the used.

Reviews

[Broken Wings]

A sad piece. It sounds like a drug addict initially, but the used are generally not the users. They are the family members. Sad and sorrowful write with powerful words, thank you for sharing :)

[Akshay]

Don't the ones "used" use?

[Broken Wings]

Yes in a lot of cases you're right there. So are the family members of the users is what I was saying. Some users use because they are addicted, some to drown out the tragedies that have occurred in their lives, some take partying too far, there are thousands of reasons why people use. The family members (especially children) I feel are the ones that suffer the most. Not saying that addicts/users are not suffering as well. This is a very sensitive subject for me, I grew up abused and tortured by mother who is addicted to substances. She had soooo many chances to get help and never did, blaming all the problems on me, who was a child at that point. She took me away from the rest of my family when I was 3, then threw me out on the streets when I was 13. I'm sorry if I offended you, I know that users too have struggles, I guess this hit a personal nerve that's all. My mother had a stable life with an okay family, but she ripped my childhood to pieces.

[Akshay]

Yes, I agree that the children of such users do suffer a great deal. I being a user, having quit have seen whats better for me. I wrote it when I was shooting, so yes. And I know how much the family suffers, I have seen the sadness and fear in my parents eyes. To each its own, I guess, everyone has their stories, but there's a sun that will one day shine.
Thank you for sharing your story, I don't ever intend on hurting someone.
And also, I hope you're doing well now, best wishes.

[Broken Wings]

I'm sorry for your pain. I hope that now you are much happier and I wish you all the best. It is very rare that people intend on hurting others, life just gets too much sometimes. I know what that's like. My mother is a different case, she intentionally hurts others. Most users don't, most are genuinely in pain and see no other way. From the other side of the fence, I understand you as much as I can and wish you all the best :)

[Broken Wings]

I also wanted to say, congrats on quitting, it takes real strength and courage to overcome pain and get through an addiction, it is admirable.

[Akshay]

Being done with all that and seeing myself through sober eyes, i now understand how much it affected me and changed me. I can perhaps picture how painful it would've been for you, seeing your mother like that.
I hope you achieve whatever you are set out for and thank you once again.

[Broken Wings]

It did hurt seeing her like that, but what hurt the most was the emotional abuse, as I said she is a special case, she was mean sober too. Thank you so much for your kind words, I really admire anyone who can overcome addictions. I'm studying to become a counselor, so I can help addicts and their families. All the best to you too my friend, take care :)

[Mathew Nicolson]

I like the way you've structured the stanzas, pushing forward as the words become ever more intense. (It annoys me how Writerscafe insists on starring out curse words though; sometimes I'm glad but in this case the poem would be more effective without. Oh well).

[Akshay]

Thank you very much. Haha, annoyed me too.

[Prritiy]

Tread the place of the damned
No shimmering solace in this hypocritical land
Just another heart stabbed, abused
Just another day in the life of the used.

a sad poem from a hurt heart.
best wishes

[Akshay]

Thank you for your time. Aprreciated. :)

[Prritiy]

you are welcome.