Drugs.

I 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.

Author's Note

My friend helped me write two stanzas. Need some help on what to call it

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

There are many reason people start doing drugs in the first place but there comes a point when the person knows what is happening to their life and bodies but doesn't care. they love the drugs and how they when they are intoxicated with a false sense of reality. This is how many lose their lives. Many people have underlying issues that cause the drug use in the first place and the drugs only make it worse. You have touched on all these issues. The emotion is profound and well conveyed in this piece. I love the way you made the stanzas uneven and not lined up.

[Pax]

a very sad life of someone who needed help pretends to be ok and doesn't need help at all.
the last sentence struck me, a very nice write.

[Death Stalker]

The addiction to the drug in this poem is making me feel addicted to the poem, in my opinion, one of your best poems yet.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful addiction poem. Easy to get hooked on drinks or booze. Make-up for weaknesses and make life seem easier. A strong poem that had direct and honest words. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Wow! Man there is major boss attitude in this story. This poem begs to be finished.

U_U I am honored by the aura of the adrenaline rush I just had. HoNk :O)

[Rasputin]

Aside from a few typos, I guess it's a good start... I don't know, I've done every drug you can imagine and I've honestly never felt this way. It's a good write, but it seems to lack life experience. There's no sense of "I've been there, man..." It sounds more like a video you'd watch in health class.

[Secret Valentine]

I love this write. its really deep and true about people that like the feeling that the drugs give them. the effects are really satisfying and addicting. Good write!

[trippy kitty]

Really good write. It reminds me of this book called Crank. Good job :)

[Distant horizons]

Yeah, I get this.like the feeling of being on fast forward when the rest of the world is in slo-mo.
Please let me know if you chang/add/amend/complete.