Addiction
Shes sad,worried,lost,and still
Shes thinking of a wat to kill
She cries and cries all night long
Wishing for some weed and a bong
She wants to hide,she wants to run
With her life she must be done
She tries to escape the emotional pain
So she cuts her wrists,there is no gain
She went to a place tried to get help
She got stoned again becasuse of the cards she was dealt
She tried to make the drugs her higher power
Because she went to that institute,that shack,that tower
The drugs made her skinny made her thin
She abused the drug,she was falling toward a sin
She hated herself,she hated all others
She hated her parents,her sisters,her brother
She kept her ways she would not change
She fell apart more and increased lots of pain
She sought some help for the second time
It gave her hope, a different thought in midn
She stayed in the program and worked through all the steps
That’s th full story of being and addict, what will happen next?
Coping
Breath in release, relax, repeat
Read quiet,sing loud,dance sexy,workout
Got to n/a and a/a get support everyday
Be thankful be proud,no need to put
Scream in a pillow,kick a ball,draw a picture, and clean the hall
Find something you like to do,enjoy everyday and just be you
COMMENTS
sooo right...
I like it, it is short, and full of meaning... i can't rate it due to the fact that it is short...
Changed
I like I like I really do like, also do hate that was no mistake
What a beautiful day so bold and so briht, with vibrant colors enchancing my sight.
The wind blows, and the trees are loud, the sky’s bug and blue with massive clouds.
The birds chirp and sing aloud of this, of this glorious day I surly am proud.
Ive changed my thoughts with positve mood. Ive lost the negative attitude.
I have lots of hope for the future, how could I say I keep getting stupider
My mind is growing every day, I have now found my home group
There not making me pay.
I have found acceptence,serenity and prayer, next is accepting how much I care.
The new changed me has lot of patience. She sits around and does a lot of debating
I can now breath without the grief, life is now a complete relief.
I like to live and learn new things,to laugh,smile,and dance and sing
I love my family and making new friends, they give me support and my hope wont end
There is no need to be gloomy and no need to frown; ive got a new sponsor,
so im turning my life around.
I really do like to make ammends to all the people I hurt. It wasn’t their fault I had no support
Im now getting the support I need, being strong and being freed
I will stay from all the diasters in sobriety I surly will become a master.
COMMENTS
this is very good stay with your sponsor becuse they can help with other problems not just drugs
It's different, the flow struggles but recovers close to the end... 13/15
I HATE…
I wish I could get this i wish I could so
I hate these things until they are understood.
I hate my handwriting, I hate my teeth
I hate my hair, I hate my feet
I hate my voice, I hate my face
I hate my presence it is a disgrace
I hate that boy,I hate that girl
I hate all joy, I want to hurl
I hate the people and there ways
I hate daytime,night time,and all days
I hate the world love, I hate the world hate
I mostly hate myself, I feel im a fake
I hate my thoughts there out of control
I hate those strippers with there nasty poles
I hate that dog, that turtle, that cow
That bird that cat that always meows
I hate the money the house the drugs
I hate that spider and all lightning bugs
I hate that girl who says shes sorry
I hate my childhood playing with barbies
I hate my past, I hate my future
I’ve always beean dumb and and keep getting stupider
I will not change I must but I cant
I just want to fall asleep in a t-shirt and some pants
I hate my weight I hate my body
I hate my school my friends they are naughty
I hate my friends I hate my family
I hate celebs and all of there fame
I hate the world the god the power
I hate the subjects the worlds flowers
I hate the bones the hurt its fast
I hate my feelings why do they last?
I hate attachment relationships and fights
I hate the boy I really like
I hate, I hate I really do hate
Somethings wrong and no one can relate
Im done with the life god gave me long ago
So i stay up late and smoke lots of dro
I end up here and it goes by so fast
Can I live by the moment and forget about the past?
COMMENTS
I like the flow, the meaning stands out, I can see the words paint images onto my mind... 14/15
COMMENTS
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metalbatman
16:48 Jan 08 2010
i have been in rehab once i have been clean two yeas now
markus666
16:22 Jan 09 2010
Inspiring poetry, can touch the heart of the reader. Only the person who is the addicted, can reach for help. The intervention of others, only can be accomplish if there is a will to beat the decease. There are planty of places of hope. Beautiful written.
afullmetalwar
17:14 Jan 15 2010
addiction is a dangerous toy... we are all addicted to something, for some it is more dangerous then others, but in the end it all ends the same way, I love your poetry.... I give this one 15/15