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Array ( [sid] => 53698 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Junkie [time] => 2004-06-25 17:43:35 [hometext] => when your so addicted to something its hard to get off without going off to any fix.......fix me [bodytext] => my life is in this needle
**** you i dont need it
or do i
my body is craving the smack,the point
my life seems empty without it
my eyes shuder to think
what colour they were once
and how my skin use too glow
now its pasty and dull
bags underneath my sockets
my lips cold and grey
my breath lingers on
like a wisp of death
iam the victim of my own abuse
noone else can help me
im fixed
im depression on legs
but i cannot bear it anymore
i need that realse from reality
another day forgetting all
the sign of gravity lightened
the school bell rings and im dizzy
the sounds float round my head
im confused
where am i?
blurs and shapes linger on
but there fading and im starting to come back to that place again
where the shadows surround me
and whisper noises
haaa its a game surely
not pleasent
just relief
of all this weight
but to gain more
so then again i need an uplift
and this is the only fix
smoking isnt high enough
i want to get physco
inhale
breath....wheezy
i fall
and wake up
needing it more than life
ive been disowned by you and my soul
ive damaged myself so violently
that my mind is messed up
and i need a narvina
and this isnt helping
though it may seem
this drug
addiction
is making me suffer deeper....
iam a junkie of physco abusent [comments] => 4 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Hannah_Heaven [notes] => Edited by mod_6 for language...25-07-04 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )

Junkie

Contributed by Hannah_Heaven on Friday, 25th June 2004 @ 05:43:35 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

my life is in this needle
**** you i dont need it
or do i
my body is craving the smack,the point
my life seems empty without it
my eyes shuder to think
what colour they were once
and how my skin use too glow
now its pasty and dull
bags underneath my sockets
my lips cold and grey
my breath lingers on
like a wisp of death
iam the victim of my own abuse
noone else can help me
im fixed
im depression on legs
but i cannot bear it anymore
i need that realse from reality
another day forgetting all
the sign of gravity lightened
the school bell rings and im dizzy
the sounds float round my head
im confused
where am i?
blurs and shapes linger on
but there fading and im starting to come back to that place again
where the shadows surround me
and whisper noises
haaa its a game surely
not pleasent
just relief
of all this weight
but to gain more
so then again i need an uplift
and this is the only fix
smoking isnt high enough
i want to get physco
inhale
breath....wheezy
i fall
and wake up
needing it more than life
ive been disowned by you and my soul
ive damaged myself so violently
that my mind is messed up
and i need a narvina
and this isnt helping
though it may seem
this drug
addiction
is making me suffer deeper....
iam a junkie of physco abusent

Copyright © Hannah_Heaven ... [ 2004-06-25 17:43:35]
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Re: Junkie (User Rating: 1 )
by rainbowtearz on Friday, 25th June 2004 @ 07:53:22 PM AEST
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I thought this was a good representation of what it's like to be addicted. I have never used needles but I have been in rehab for a couple of years for my addictions. I have been clean since 4-20-03 lol. And in retrospect I'm glad I got the help I needed. I am able to be a more responsible and most importantly a more honest person. That's the one thing that bothered me the most was always going behind ppl's backs and lying about everything. If you're still using I know ur going to shoot me for saying this cuz I know I would have been mad when I was addicted, but I hope you have or will get the help you need to turn your life around.

Re: Junkie (User Rating: 1 )
by torn_skirt on Friday, 25th June 2004 @ 09:52:35 PM AEST
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i feel this way with my cigs. Not neerly as bad, of course, but i think u protrayed exactly what it's like to feel addicted to something, and more than that-what u really feel (and that came off well in the poem) and isnt that what poerty's all about?

Re: Junkie (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Saturday, 26th June 2004 @ 07:02:43 AM AEST
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iam like this with th alcohol.......

good write,

pixie xx

Re: Junkie (User Rating: 1 )
by Stoney1 on Saturday, 3rd July 2004 @ 09:16:54 AM AEST
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Thanks for that introspective look into the life of a junkie.
It's damned scary!

Stoney

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