Two sad poems i have written for friends

[drug_wench]

ADRIENNE
Behind iron bars, reeking of sorrow
Wishing, as usual, today was tomorrow
She made the wrong choices and fucked up her life
But she has family - she's mother and wife
To a family who don't understand why she does it
Only that she's fully hooked and she loves it
When I've slipped in to see what she is left
She hasn't yet failed to ask me for meth
Sores on her skin, cracked lips and red eyes
She's my old friend but her face is disguised
Sometimes I think that she wants to do right
But she can't do it while clasping her pipe
She's doing the time but she's an empty shell
Doesn't believe there's a road out of hell
I know it's her choice and that's where it ends
But I'll never forget that we once were good friends

CHRIS
Sad sack of nothing walks down the road
To get his fix and ease the load
Telephone, no operator
Eyes are sunken, brain's a crater
All he knows is getting high
Oneday he'll pack up and die
Fucked on junk and cooking 'P'
Walking, limping aimlessly
Everydays a celebration
Drug for every new occasion
Smile's forced upon his face
But inside he is just a waste
Living in what I call hell
A friend - I want to see him well
But heroin's his closest friend
Who knows how he'll find the end
Nothing anyone else says
Will take him from his fetid haze
Getting thinner, getting sicker
Getting sadder, getting thicker
Sad sack of nothing, a bag of bones
But he's got to do this on his own

 

[Amanita Mary]

both of these touched me in a haunting way... i know of who you speak.. the living dead don't live forever, but sometimes a few shine through. a couple of my friends got sober this year, one didn't make it, and the other's at 11 months. let the sorrow you see in them remind you that it's far past time for change... everyone is a mirror. i hope you are doing well, and i must say, both of these flow magnificantly... a step forward Lydia...(if that is your name!)

 

[katmeow]

There's a lot of pain in your writing. I hope things are going ok for you.

 

[colicolo]

i've searched for these words so many times:

I know it's her choice and that's where it ends
But I'll never forget that we once were good friends

excellent imagery:

Sores on her skin, cracked lips and red eyes
She's my old friend but her face is disguised

Chris made me cry, it was way too close to home, this tipped me over:

Getting thinner, getting sicker
Getting sadder, getting thicker
Sad sack of nothing, a bag of bones
But he's got to do this on his own

you've come up with some amazing stuff this week drug wrench. you are a master.

 

[drug_wench]

yea i have bn writing these out of pure pain - cos it is hard to b the straightest one while my friends r wrapped in addiction
but at the same time i am glad to b pulling my head outta the sand and looking at my own addictions
thanks for ur words of praise