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Yeagerx

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Nobody knows of these constant battles in my head
Dead on the outside and inside tearing myself to shreds
smoking,drinking and abusing prescription meds
Give me psychedelics... I just have to disassociate
living a life of no value I snort me an opiate
My first thought in the morning I gotta up my dose rate
This can't be destiny This can't be fate
I'm snorting drugs through a suicide note
Lost in this sea trying to stay a float
Drugs where all of my time is devote
I'm so confused and conflicted
I'll admit it I'm addicted
I've become exactly what my father predicted
and that hurts
Bury me 6 feet under the dirt
Let me die drugged,hazed and unalert
so i can hang with tupac and Kurt
Being at this point was one of my greatest fears
When I scream for help nobody can hear
My last words... i just want to disappear...
 
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Its hard for me to because I wasn't always
this way and I can pinpoint the exact
moment, that one bad decision, that got me
to where I am now. Even worse knowing that
I don't have to live this way. I can come
out the other side. I've done it and stayed
clean for quite some time. ... Just one
stupid decision. Its hard to get out once
you're caught up.. Very hard. I look at
myself and I wanna puke sometimes.. All
my wasted potential. I can be anything
I wanted to be, ...if I could just..stop.
 
Sir, very talented. Though if you are serious you can do better and will do in time. I certainly relate to that terrible situation. Most people do, but would think there is a distinction between the path of drugs and any other that daringly risks self destruction.

Best regards, YeagerX.
 
im on the border line. Certain drugs im good with other ones i spiral out of control. im just trying to get life together. Thanks for all the support :)
 
I can also relate :) Any kind of opiate and
I'm fucked. If I just stick to weed and the
occasional sip of alcohol I'm good. The
second I get ahold of an opiate, I'm off
to the races without a pot to piss in.
 
I don't know why, it seems as though I
enjoy making myself sick and go absolutely
bonkers with restless legs and arms.
 
Thank you so much. Writing and making music are like the only reasons im still here. im glad there are others who like and appreciate it.
 
i really enjoyed reading your poem.
you did such a great job!

my kind of writing... well done!

just keep writing and listening to the music, same shit helped me too!
 
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