Drugs Are Not Your Friends Poem

I used to use at fifteen.

I’m no longer fifteen.

My brains weakened and my hearts on its last straw.

I feel a sense of wanting to be evil

Sometimes,

I get memories of when of psychosis.

I told myself life is amazing.

Euphoria

I told myself I could be amazing.

Euphoria

I was on my way home to do more drugs when I felt as if things were working.

Euphoria

I told myself everything will work.

Euphoria

I told myself I’ll get off the drugs.

Euphoria

Maybe if we check the carpet,

One

Last

Time

Anger, Annoyed…

I told myself I’ll get off it.

Sleep Deprivation.

Euphoria?

BEGGING FOR DEATH

I told myself I hate myself.

WANTING ONE HIT.

I told myself I can’t stop.

STEALING FROM FAMILY AND FRIENDS.

I told myself I’m addicted.

ONE

LAST

TIME
CRASH
CRASH
CRASH

01010 ERROR

REBOOT ON SAFEMODE

ATTEMPTING TO REPAIR HARDRIVE

CORRUPTION

CORRUPTION

About emotionull

Hello, my name is Emotionull, I run multiple blogs and websites as well as sell art. I also make music. I am 21 years old. Enjoy.

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