A User's Life |Poem|

Subject: A User's Life |Poem| Wed Dec 31, 2008 2:52 pm

A user's Life

My eyes stay open,
As I try to go to sleep,
Yet another side-effect,
These drugs have on me.

My mind is in a rush,
About things I shouldn't know;
And it's all because,
Of too much fucking blow.

For about thirty minutes,
I'll gamble with my life;
And I only do it,
Because it gets me high.

Crushing up the pills,
To snort to kill the pain;
Yet no matter what I do,
I always feel the same.

Lines of yai to help me out,
When nothing else will work;
And attention draws when I'm done,
It makes me feel like a jerk.

I wish I could quit,
And just stick to weed;
But I won't go to rehab,
And quitting just ain't me.

Thoughts of death fill my mind,
But god won't let it be;
Just some more of the effects,
A life of drugs has on me.

Too many times I've tried,
To end my own life;
I need to take the pain away,
And ease the hurt inside.

Lines of blow and clouds of smoke,
Are were I am contained;
But none of it really helps,
To ease this fucking pain.

Sometimes I just wish,
That death would finally call;
And then I fuckin' realize,
That's it's my own damn fault.

I gave into temptation,
Whether I like it or not;
I decided to snort blow,
And I decided to smoke pot.

Maybe I should worry,
About how many lines it'll take;
Before my heart stops,
And my body starts to shake.

My eyes begin to twitch,
My palms start to sweat;
I wanted to say something,
But the drugs made me forget.

Something starts to happen,
That I cannot control;
And I just don't think,
That I can make it on my own.

As if nothing else exists,
I'll just sit here and wait;
Wait for all these drugs,
To put me in my place.

Fiending for a fix,
To un-numb my mind;
When it comes to logic,
I get left behind.

Maybe it's my fate,
To fail at my own life;
But with just one more line,
I might be alright.

With my drug-opened eyes,
I just keep glancing around;
Until all of these drugs,
Put me six feet underground