The Struggle

November 9, 2009
By , Millerton, NY
I don’t want to think
about the

The cigarettes the
wonderful numb
feeling I got when I
was on them, I want to
think they

Bad but I can’t get
the urge out of my
mind to light up
breathe in slowly, feel
death between my fingers

Ultimate low
no need for scissors or blades
only a lighter and a bowl
not even a dollar bill for sniffing
because I don’t do that, an

That I believe I can’t
live without, but

Wish to stop forget
the darkness, I

Want to
Live clean, squeaky
clean like coming out of
the bath tub, to

Without any regrets
of what the drug
has done to me
Live, Life, Love is
my new drug now

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