"id rather be stung out with you than clean and alone",i said

[BearLeeLive]

she tells me she loves me more than the pins
but i allways find her at the end of a rig
2 years have past am i wasting my time
but life without her...ill OD suicide
we were going to get married be clean and free
but now im torcherd , pictures and memorys
i am no saint, tracks down my neck
not from our master from subutex
i call her no answere she never calls back
except when shes pushing cocain and smack
she tells me she loves me shell carey my kid
i wish i belived her for a while i did
we lived to gether twice in our life
the first time we shot dope and fucked all night
the second time i asked her if shed be my wife
2 years later im wrighting this poem i think its shity
and no NO NO NO i dont want wont take yor fucking pity........
BLL

 

[HighonLife]

good stuff man

also your typing is much improved over that of a couple months back

 

[GirlInterrupted]

I can sort of understand the pain that you're in.
In the beginning everything was perfect. We take all sorts of risks together, and made future plans about living sober happily ever after too. Things never end up as you plan sadly.
But my advice, when you have sadness, turn it into powerful art. It has helped me alot.
You're poem was very nice.