drug_wench
Bluelight Crew
A poem I wrote when i was 17 or so and went through my first experience of drug withdrawal - with that 'soft' drug, cannabis 8)
OUT OF TOUCH
Desperation rips me in two
You don't understand what I'm going through
A battle I fight, so hard to win
It's like ants are crawling under my skin
I feel myself dying - for once I dont mind
Some sense of identity I'll never find
My mind and my body can't get any rest
I'm filled with confusion - I'm panicked and stressed
I cry out for help but this can't be relieved
For the drug I desire I sob and I grieve
My thoughts have gone crazy - they're racy, obsessed
Without my precious I'm deeply depressed
A part of me yearns to reach out for hope
But all that I've ever reached out for is dope
My memory's fried and I keep spacing out
I don't understand what clean life is about
The world I know's changed - too bright and too fast
I can't concentrate with my thoughts rushing past
I feel so frightened, confused and despairing
I can't comprehend what I'm seeing and hearing
My pure creativity's come to an end
Before I had pot, I didn't have friends
Now that I'm clean - who can I relate to?
I want to make changes but is it too late to?
I'm rotting away like a car left to rust
I'm frozen inside - don't know who i can trust
I'm restless and sweaty - I just want to sleep
But alone in my bedroom all I do is weep
This awful detox - it drives me bananas
All cos I gave up my god, marijuana
Through most of my schooldays I've been 'the weird loner'
These days I'm accepted just cos I'm a stoner
I know that I am my own worst enemy
Annihilating brain cells is pure bliss for me
I love getting high - I miss weed so much
I feel so spaced-out, I'm way out of touch
I'm wasted inside and im loathing detox
I feel like an animal trapped in a box
One day pot and I will get it together
For now 30 days without seems like forever
OUT OF TOUCH
Desperation rips me in two
You don't understand what I'm going through
A battle I fight, so hard to win
It's like ants are crawling under my skin
I feel myself dying - for once I dont mind
Some sense of identity I'll never find
My mind and my body can't get any rest
I'm filled with confusion - I'm panicked and stressed
I cry out for help but this can't be relieved
For the drug I desire I sob and I grieve
My thoughts have gone crazy - they're racy, obsessed
Without my precious I'm deeply depressed
A part of me yearns to reach out for hope
But all that I've ever reached out for is dope
My memory's fried and I keep spacing out
I don't understand what clean life is about
The world I know's changed - too bright and too fast
I can't concentrate with my thoughts rushing past
I feel so frightened, confused and despairing
I can't comprehend what I'm seeing and hearing
My pure creativity's come to an end
Before I had pot, I didn't have friends
Now that I'm clean - who can I relate to?
I want to make changes but is it too late to?
I'm rotting away like a car left to rust
I'm frozen inside - don't know who i can trust
I'm restless and sweaty - I just want to sleep
But alone in my bedroom all I do is weep
This awful detox - it drives me bananas
All cos I gave up my god, marijuana
Through most of my schooldays I've been 'the weird loner'
These days I'm accepted just cos I'm a stoner
I know that I am my own worst enemy
Annihilating brain cells is pure bliss for me
I love getting high - I miss weed so much
I feel so spaced-out, I'm way out of touch
I'm wasted inside and im loathing detox
I feel like an animal trapped in a box
One day pot and I will get it together
For now 30 days without seems like forever
