RelapseA Poem by A. J. KingsleySometimes people are as toxic as a drug, and just as hard to quit.
I was addicted to you once, got you into my system no matter what form it was. I would always find a way to get my fix.
I stuck a used needle into my arm, and felt you pour into my bloodstream. Later, my arm got infected where I let you in. I breathed in the smoke you made with a sigh, and then felt my chest ache for days from coughing up the junk I inhaled. I threw back my head and let you fall down my throat, relishing the feeling as it went down. I spent the next few hours bent over a toilet, spewing out my insides. I decided to quit you once. I threw out every poisonous version of you I had available. I cried for days from the withdrawal. I had a huge support group, every day they told me how strong I was for stopping. What they didn't know was how desperately I missed my high. I spent months cleaning myself up, found a new life without you. Everyone was so proud of me, but they never knew how often I thought of you. I walked from home to the grocery store, grabbed what I needed and left. Then on the way back I saw you and I hid in the alley and cried for hours. I lay in bed and tried to get some sleep, but images of you floated through my brain. Why couldn't you just leave me be? I was finally ok without you... I tried to go to work today, but my boss found me crying in the backroom. I told him about you. He let me go home early. I went back to my support group, I couldn't open my mouth. I didn't even dare mention you because I knew what they would say. It was always the same. I decided to try you once more, it wasn't all bad when you were around, was it? I spend the next three days crying.
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1 Review Added on August 22, 2017 Last Updated on August 23, 2017 AuthorA. J. KingsleyMinneapolis, MNAboutI am Senior in college who writes about her sad moments and past depression because I believe you can only truly comprehend joy for life when you remember what you have been through. more..Writing
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