Monday, October 7, 2013

The Struggle; a poem inspired by my addiction.

every day is a struggle
every day i want it more
every day i am lying
every day getting poor

its all i can think about
its always on my mind
it finds its way to get to me
it fucks me up every time

It makes me feel so happy,
makes my problems go away,
so I just keep on doing it,
each and every day.

each time i try to stop
as i start to get really proud
a voice inside me tells me i want it
it screams at me really loud

I know i shouldn't do it,
with asthma and hard breath
but for some reason I continue,
It could result in death.

it scares me cause i want to stop
it scares me cause im trying
it scares me cause at the same time i dont
it scares me cause i'm always lying

why am i addicted?
I dont know, you tell me
all i know is when i kick this habbit
i'll finally be free.

I know that i've hurt many
I know that i was wrong
but if i can just get through this
I know that i'll be strong.

I hate to be the one to ask
Because i feel so small
but really i just need some help
to get me through it all.

I don't know where to look for help,
I don't know if i'll find,
but I do know that when I do this,
I'll have some peace of mind.

I am a marijuana addict
I will not tell a lie,
I want this addiction to end right now,
before it makes me die.


- to the people i've hurt, im so sorry, you all deserve so much better than this and I know the justine you all know and love is still in here, and she needs you now more than ever. I want to kick this thing, and with support and love I know I can. I've gone seven weeks, and I've gone eight weeks, i know i can do it again and get an even higher number, maybe even kick it forever. I love you all so much <3 p="">