Drugs.A Poem by Perfect MistakeI was in all the health rooms, I knew what they would do to me. Did nobody else hear all those videos saying "the POSSIBLE side of affects of taking such and such?"
I knew i could stop when i wanted to. Thing is, i never wanted to stop.
I loved what they did for me. They relieved me of that terrible sense of isolation i had always felt. They gave me the maunal to life that "they" had descricbed. I could not, NOT give that up.
It was like being in a car with the gas petal slammed down to the floor Nothing to do but hold on and pretend to have some semblance of control. But control was someting I'd lost a long time ago.
I was at ease with everything. I felt perfect. Me and the drugs were one. One friendship that could last forever.
One thing i could rely on to make me feel better. It was no longer cutting my skin open, It was smoking, injecting, sniffing
Then I looked in the mirror. chapped lips, scratches everywhere, blood shot eyes, smeared eye liner, constant shaking, and i was dirty. Flithy. Disgusting.
I needed help but wanted none. © 2012 Perfect MistakeAuthor's Note
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Added on April 14, 2012Last Updated on April 24, 2012 AuthorPerfect MistakeDenver, COAbout*insert cliche about me that tells why im soooo unique from everyone else* more..Writing
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