John

John's habits are building.

He doesn't know what he is doing,

Its all second nature

He's been trying to fight it.

He feels disgusted in himself

Seated on the bathroom floor,

tears keep falling.

He is falling apart,

Unsure of the next step.

Is there a cure for this,

or is he lost in an abyss?

John is in a fog.

The shadows keep clinging,

calling his name

Crazy cynical whispers mocking and saying

"you know you want more"

His body starts shaking

It's craving the next fix.

See John wants to stop

he keeps trying to fight the feeling

but the battle is gruesome

it's driving him mad

he start tearing at his skin

and pulling his hair out

only one solution left

he takes a run to the bridge

takes a brave leap

into the water

His lungs feel tight

as his throat starts burning

he lets out one scream

the moment of pain halts

Silence.

The end of his drug days.

Author's Note

sorry for the punctuation failing at the end. i got in the zone and started typing the words out. enjoy

Reviews

[JayDee]

Intense. . .

Something no one should experience..