LIFE

POEM ABOUT STRUGGLES AND COPING WITH DRUGS AND MENTAL HEALTH

            LIFE

I wake in the morning half feeling fine,

As soon as I wake I reach for a line,

I get out of my mind because it helps me to cope,

With the scum, thieves and vultures all just a joke,

Surrounded by drugs.

Smack, weed, coke.

There gladness masks the sadness,

 from the madness in the mirror,

anger, vengeance, jealousy it boils and simmers,

judge me but trust me,

I’m onto a winner,

 an empty abyss  stares back in the mirror,

in one hand I’ve got reason,

the other I’ve got scissors,

I want to cut myself off,

And cut everyone out,

But without their attention,

I’d blow my brains out,

out and over the floor in the kitchen,

fake cries, laughs and bitching,

a lie just fiction ,

or nonfiction,

Contradiction.

That's my life but what’s it worth,

When my life’s an addiction.

Author's Note

THIS IS A POEM ABOUT GETTING THROUGH ADDICTION AND MENTAL HEALTH