Wasted- a poem about crystal

[*SWeeT-e*]

I wrote this while coming down off of crystal after a long binge...
Wasted
Is this heaven, or
is this hell?
Am I even alive?
I can no longer tell.
Take me and break me
you cannot awake me
wasted inside my own wishing well.
Close tight my eyes
and drift in a dream
leave far behind
all the places I've been.
All the tears have been cried
now I'm hollow inside
and nothing is how it once seemed.
Can I ever forget?
Can I ever forgive?
See my dreams slip away
like grains of sand through a sieve.
I sold my soul
for this crystal meth glow
but somehow forgot how to live.
Now the day is done
and I'm again on my own.
My mind betrays me,
this prison is my home.
I threw it away
for a high that didn't stay
and now all I feel is alone.
~kimmy.

 

[Noodle]

...words are feelings made to order, for warmed red bliss, this making is half the moment2, for this one, here often without reason miss- understood. Welcome to empathy in the first degree, or as the first thing I always tapped out, the truth is stairing you back in the face, only a reflection, of common thought, our one creator, split and shared by
a silver crystal in a window sill set,
precariously on edge for greater efficacy.

 

[Noodle]

I'll bump you up 'cause this poem is worthy of first page for a long while. Double props to you the writer.

Thanks for the sharing of something I lived through here during my psychotic break, my mush on a shtick.

 

[BRUH]

I feel your pain been there to many times but it all started when E was so hard to get(good ones anyway)It's pretty bad when a dealer can't find the good stuff great poem and keep em coming tjis one deserves to be back on the front page!!!!
PLUR 2 all
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[writnpage]

I really admire the effort you took in metering your poem so perfectly...
I think as long as you ask the right questions and look WITHIN for the answers, you'll come out of any situation drug/non-drug related, having walked the right path.
Loads of luvs,
-Amina
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"Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free" - Leonard Cohen