Suffering

[Keepit Chill]

i'm hear to relate to anyone
from anywhere
of any color
who's ever thought drugs were more important
then their mother
who would ever steal from your sister
or brother
just to get one more?
but really what is it worth?
for me drugs aren't a gift they are probabaly
the worst
some of us are born with addictive personalities,
forever cursed to hopeless lives
and seemingly pointless generalities
we look for differences in eachother
not knowing what to think
staring at insanity
trying not to blink
but once again we succumb to the addict
we've become
i really want to help anyone stuck in this trap
because drugs ran my life and i gotta tell you,
before long its a rap
and your done, in the hospital bed
when you wake up your still fiending
from disease within your head
some people fear failure,
i'll admit i can't accept sucess
thats why when my life goes good i tend to
make it become a bloody mess

anyway i wrote this poem, to see if i can write
i would look back and check the formula
but i don't know if i'd see it right
so let me know
does this show?
more then black and white?
can you see throughout my eyes, see the pain within my sight?

anyway, goodbye
we all live looking for purpose, and find purpose was a lie

 

[New]

So real, so true.

 

[Keepit Chill]

yeah i got clean 26 days ago, its been the best days of life. i am kind of confused about my beliefs on things in general now so its been hard to write, i was just seeing if i could even do it anymore haha

 

[lostNfound]

^ Good work on getting clean. 26 days is a good stretch.
You can still write, it's like riding a bike as they say.
What better way to convey a message than by story of personal experiences.

I enjoyed the read.