Lost

Lost

A Poem by Courtney Peters
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Poem I wrote when I was an addict

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i can't hold this in
hold my breath try to pass out
try to go down, go out
count my last memories
as if they were playing cards in my face
life was a fast coming race
the obstacles and challenges
wiped me out in an instant

i fell down, down, down into misery
kissing the angel of death
to seduce the pain and tortures
whips, chains; lush of cocaine
slashes, blood; smoke of green
cries of pain; choked up with nicotine
is it all f****n done for me?
somebody please save me

well aren't i at the end of my rope
i can't wish for any hope
steep slope; you're a joke
you're a sick twisted devil
demented on every level
lying is your favorite game
the only thing that gets you through the day
but soon, it'll all go up in flame
this little drop of haven abyss
does it not make you insane?

now all these cuts and lacerations
from fighting in agonizing condensation
you run me down like an abomination
kicking, clawing, sucking me dry
my life, my soul; barely anything to pry
and every time i try
to escape my own fate
it comes back to haunt me
in a simple little taunt
why i still breathe
why i still recieve
any love anyone willingly through at me
why i'm crying, it makes no since
is this just my destiny
or do i have another chance.

© 2008 Courtney Peters


Author's Note

Courtney Peters
Clean now

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This gave me the chills. It touched my heart. Thank you.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Holy s**t, you hit the metaphors like crazy. Very deep and thank you for sharing this moment of your life. I can definitely feel the pain and all the emptiness you knew through your words. Maybe not as bad as you experienced it, but it was definitely enough to break my heart. I'm glad you're doing better and you know, this really shows where you came from. You came from some rough times and you're at a better position now, and I respect you and give you props for it. Keep doing your best and use this piece as a reminder of how you don't want things to be. Mad love. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sweetie, this is a powerful rite and I personally thank God that you are clean now..I liked the word usage in this..You managed to use a few I had forgotten existed..great write Little One..love and God bless..Valentine

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 15, 2008
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Courtney Peters
Courtney Peters

houston, TX



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I'm Courtney. I hate my name. Call me whatever you'd like. Music is my life. Without it, I'd be a vegetable. Friends keep me going. Without them, I'd be dead. I live in Texas. I hate Texas. Kidnap me,.. more..

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