Up High

This is just one of the poems from a book of poetry i wrote which was taken from me which i am going to call THE BOOK OF HATE because everything written down was from a very dark painful time... and was a large contribution to my involuntary admission to

^{Up High}

The world up high is where i like to be

Reality is dreadful, i can barely see

When i am good and blitzed i don't want to die

But down here on the ground im confused and i cry

Mother, Mother give me back my drugs

You yell I scream i don't want your hugs

So let me live up high were i want to be

Down low im just waiting for somthing to free me

 

 

 

Reviews

[The High Poet]

I have felt the same feelings you have. I was never able to feel good without drugs. With all my writing I have finally been able to feel good in my own skin. You just have to remember that no matter what you have to play the hand you're dealt. You are a very beautiful girl and very talented writer. If you ever need to talk I have a good ear.

[Jasmin]

that was a really nice poem, it was pationet and true i believed the point :)