the first time I ever took a Percocet at age 14 or so i felt like i could do anything like i was superman , no more pain, no anger, no sorrow , no bad thoughts at all. i knew right then and there i was in a world of shit by trying this drug.
i was right almost ten years later im still on opiates and i haven't quit chasing the high to the gates of insanity.
The more I think about it the more I realize
theres no fun in the dope game anymore its all pain and hurt to me now. ive dam near lost my kidneys, my liver, my mind, ive got stomach issues, and most of all lost my spirit my will to live and zest for life.
But there's a reason we continue we chase that high we fell in love with and can't seem to forget I suppose that's why I continue to kill myself your mind only remembers the good stuff about the drugs when sober
Like the saying from the movie trainspotting
"People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid."
suboxone saved me for now but its only covering up the problem that still lies beneath.