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Some Drug-Related Poetry

watermelon14

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Just wanted to share some drug-related poetry I've written. If you have anything similar to share, please do!


DXM

I’m in another world,
one where yes,
you hurt me,
but it doesn’t matter anymore.
The dark circles under my eyes don’t bother me.
Let me be,
I’ve gotten so good at pretending my life is fine
that maybe it really is fine.
I don’t want to kill myself anymore.
No one loves me and that’s okay.
I’m here for the hell of it.



Nosebleeds
We do some lines
and then you say you’re feeling “risqué but romantic”
and we get on your roof.
I’m scared of climbing up but you give me your hand
and tell me it’s okay.
The stars look pretty tonight and I try to forget
about all the bad things for at least a second.
Later, we smoke some weed and get high.
You do some more lines and complain
about your heart beating so fast.
For a split second,
I think I notice your eyes start to roll back
and for that split second,

I am terrified.
What would I do if you did too much coke
and just fucking died right in front of me?
Thankfully nothing happened and to be honest,
I think the whole thing might have just been
a product of my imagination,
but it was scary nonetheless.
Why is the thought of someone else dying
so much scarier to me than the thought of it
happening to my own self?



Drugz
I crave methamphetamine right now;
amphetamines are my favorite drugs,
my favorite and undoubtedly the most effective antidepressant
(at least for me).
I crave heroin when I want the rush,
when I crave happiness,
which, let’s just admit it, is all the time.
I crave LSD when I want to see beauty in the world,
when I’m just unable to see it unaided.
I crave weed when I want to do nothing
but sleep and eat.
I never crave cocaine because last time,
I shot up an entire spoonful and
felt like I was dying
(and genuinely believed I was and called 911)
and don’t ever want to relive that experience.
I don’t ever crave benzos;
they’ve never done anything for me
even though I have terrible anxiety.
I crave alcohol when there’s nothing else in reach
and I just need to take the edge off.
But most of all, I crave you.
I’d give it all up for just a day of just you.



Get you wild, make you leave

I love taking so many pills
that I can’t even see.
Everything’s a blur;
I’m seeing double and it feels so good.
You don’t understand,
my mind on its own is toxic
to myself, to everyone;
it’s just better this way.
Fucked up on pills.
Are you scared?
You’re a little fucking dumb baby
and I don’t have time for your games
and your tricks
and your not texting me back.
But you know what?
I’m jealous of you.
You happy little dumb baby.






 
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Thanks for the words. That was enjoyable :)
 
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