Sitting here thinking about you while I write this poem, wondering how I lived without you, going through life so alone. Honey how you have gave me something I have wanted and waited for, so many times I sat bored and lonely staring at the door. I finally found someone to make me feel so alive, I am so happy that I have such a good friend like you in my life. No matter where I go and no matter what I do, I always get a smile when I think of you. Hope you always will be there and support the things I do, I appreciate what you have gave to me and what I've learned from you.
The Demons are knocking on the door, I am weak and open the bottle of pills once more. Now my head is all fuzzy and my thoughts are confused. Why do I have a craving for this prescription abuse? The Demons are winning time and time again, I'm so messed up drool is running down my chin. My body so numb I can hardly move, I'm all messed up, shit, what did I do? I guess I'll just sit here and write in my book, trying to remember how many pills I have took. ~oxidisingangel
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