Slapchop220
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2016
- Messages
- 6
open letter to heroin.
because like a girl with a awesome vagina, you are on my mind constantly. your warm metaphorical blanket just to wrap myself up in as a barrier from the world. i can get lost in how you pin point my eyes. how you make each cigarettet taste great. how you make life greater. in EVERY aspect. except sex.. lots of disappointed girls. anyways my sweet. here i am listening to city and colour, coming back from my fourth relapse.. made it 150 days though, i guess. i only used for literally a week, and yet you are scaring the shit out of me like some psycho ex girlfriend jealous of my new sobriety. right now i feel fine, completely. TIRED from lack of no sleep and the restless arms.but none the less i can eat and drink. trying to smoke as much weed as i can trying to escape my thoughts of knowing its only a phone call away. heroin.. we need to talk, you cant keep coming into my life like a damn tornado just to leave me standing there with nothing. NOTHING. lost the first girl i ever truly loved who had my wonderful beautiful child, lost my self respect. lost everything that mattered to me. but i was content with it? now i see how happy she is and it kills me knowing i couldve given her that. i have deep bruises all over my body from doing cocaine and heroin. the gnarly abcess', the playing rock paper scissors with each shot with the devil. im writing this to get this all out of my head, because i honestly cant take not having friends, family, or anyone close who knows what im going through and how much of a constant struggle it is TO NOT DO IT. see, ive lived by that every time i quit.." the drugs will always be there, ALWAYS, the hard part is staying clean".. I CAN DO IT. SO CAN YOU. Because no one should have to lose their family. no one should have to be on the hunt risking their WHOLE life just trying to chase a high that does nothing but fill a metaphorical void. its not fair, youre so good and yet you cause so many problems. i think ive finally smoked enough weed to fall asleep. so, im posting this, and if i decide to update it then i will cause i still have so much to say to you, you filthy little life ruining warmest softest blanket ive ever had..
lets try this again.
good luck.
because like a girl with a awesome vagina, you are on my mind constantly. your warm metaphorical blanket just to wrap myself up in as a barrier from the world. i can get lost in how you pin point my eyes. how you make each cigarettet taste great. how you make life greater. in EVERY aspect. except sex.. lots of disappointed girls. anyways my sweet. here i am listening to city and colour, coming back from my fourth relapse.. made it 150 days though, i guess. i only used for literally a week, and yet you are scaring the shit out of me like some psycho ex girlfriend jealous of my new sobriety. right now i feel fine, completely. TIRED from lack of no sleep and the restless arms.but none the less i can eat and drink. trying to smoke as much weed as i can trying to escape my thoughts of knowing its only a phone call away. heroin.. we need to talk, you cant keep coming into my life like a damn tornado just to leave me standing there with nothing. NOTHING. lost the first girl i ever truly loved who had my wonderful beautiful child, lost my self respect. lost everything that mattered to me. but i was content with it? now i see how happy she is and it kills me knowing i couldve given her that. i have deep bruises all over my body from doing cocaine and heroin. the gnarly abcess', the playing rock paper scissors with each shot with the devil. im writing this to get this all out of my head, because i honestly cant take not having friends, family, or anyone close who knows what im going through and how much of a constant struggle it is TO NOT DO IT. see, ive lived by that every time i quit.." the drugs will always be there, ALWAYS, the hard part is staying clean".. I CAN DO IT. SO CAN YOU. Because no one should have to lose their family. no one should have to be on the hunt risking their WHOLE life just trying to chase a high that does nothing but fill a metaphorical void. its not fair, youre so good and yet you cause so many problems. i think ive finally smoked enough weed to fall asleep. so, im posting this, and if i decide to update it then i will cause i still have so much to say to you, you filthy little life ruining warmest softest blanket ive ever had..
lets try this again.
good luck.
