The drug gameA Poem by OldgirlstyleBroken from what feels like head to toe..So broken even my smile shakes and falls It seems like when i feel enough for someone drugs seem to be the only missed calls.. what i thought was behind me is now creeping up again only with someone new, I just wanted to be with somone who chose only me but if you arent enough,what can you do? I've been proven to be less important than drugs time and time again It gets pretty old and i'm tired of crying because of all these "men.." When will love be enough to get through all of lifes broken dreams, I have finally come undone i'm ripping at the seams. I shouldn't hold my breath when meth is delt and it's in his hands for i only got delt my heart and in my hands is not where his lands.. Here we go again on the table he lays out his needle and drug of choice, the winner isn't him persay..it's the drugs he's only the body and the voice. He chose the drug and me being sober or high it all hurts the same I guess theres no winning for a pregnant sober women like me in the meth game.. looking at my arms i picture myself doing a blast from the past, shooting up would be so easy right now but even with this pain drugs will be chosen last. I've given what i feel like is the last of me and its to late now to turn around i thought this time would be different but i've yet again just have been let down.. A single mother of a son i hardly get to see,stuck here with two princesses that are fast asleep, As they dream of happily ever afters i'm alone in bed..wide awake..counting sheep. It;s sad when you've been replaced with a needle and pipe for one high maybe it's not replaced when they never came last he just didnt tell you 'cause he's to "shy".. I may be addicted just as bad but i would choose him anyday of the week, to bad i was a temporary fix for a man who thought it was love that he wanted to seek. Looks like i'll settle for last because i know hes worth it i just wish he felt the same
'cause ive been delt that hand many times before i just followed my own rules of the game.. He'll never understand the words that are coming out, No amount of sorrys will ever change the feeling i have now that wraps up to be doubt. © 2016 Oldgirlstyle |
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Added on February 15, 2016 Last Updated on February 15, 2016 Author
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