Whether it’s a shot to end the pain, or a cut to
split the vein.
Whether it’s a purge to stop the gain, or a pill to end the shame.
Whether it’s a drink to be brave, or a smoke to ease the pain.
An addictions an addiction, because they all hurt the same.
Whether it’s a purge to stop the gain, or a pill to end the shame.
Whether it’s a drink to be brave, or a smoke to ease the pain.
An addictions an addiction, because they all hurt the same.
I recently
discovered
that
I am
addicted
to 2
things:
Moster Energy Drinks & Self Harm
I do not know which is worse. They both calm me. They both help me. They both can kill me.
Moster Energy Drinks & Self Harm
I do not know which is worse. They both calm me. They both help me. They both can kill me.
“We are all
addicted to something that takes the pain away. For some
it’s doing drugs every night in order to lessen the pain
they feel inside. Others might tear into their own skin in
attempts to just feel alive again. Where as some smoke because
they need to fill their lungs with something other than that one
persons name. Everyone’s addicted to something that takes
the pain away. What’s your
addiction?”
“We are all
addicted to something that takes the pain away. For some
it’s doing drugs every night in order to lessen the pain
they feel inside. Others might tear into their own skin in
attempts to just feel alive again. Where as some smoke because
they need to fill their lungs with something other than that one
persons name. Everyone’s addicted to something that takes
the pain away. What’s your
addiction?”
I am Yin & you are Yang,
steer clear if you know what's best for you.
Life is hard and no happy person becomes an addict. Maybe more
people should sympathize with the pain that brought them to use
in the first place. The problem is that it takes over a person
and changes them and sometimes they can’t be forgiven for
what those changes brought them to do. And by them burning all
their bridges they have no reason to want to live anymore
because people who want to live for themselves don’t get
into heroin. Someone said why would you do something you know
will kill you? And I was thinking why do people consciously
make decisions that are detrimental to them all day everyday.
These are the same people who I’ve watched throw their
lives away in other ways whether it’s into another
person, alcohol, or the millions of other things. But then I
realized I was judging too. Life’s hard. People need to
give people a break.
You're an addiction
Why am I an allergy?
Why am I an allergy?
To the girls and guys that stay up til' 3 a.m.
To the girls and guys that cy from their wrists, not their eyes.
To the girls and guys that believe they have no reason to wake up in the morning.
To the girls and guys that would rather die than live another day.
To the girls and guys whos stomachs growl but ignore it anyway.
To the girls and guys who decide to put away the pills, gun or blade and live another day. <--- TO THE STRONG...
To the girls and guys that cy from their wrists, not their eyes.
To the girls and guys that believe they have no reason to wake up in the morning.
To the girls and guys that would rather die than live another day.
To the girls and guys whos stomachs growl but ignore it anyway.
To the girls and guys who decide to put away the pills, gun or blade and live another day. <--- TO THE STRONG...
he was a neurotoxin, something to keep me going, and
something to soothe my mind. he was excitingly illicit, some
kind of crazed, psychotic stimulant for my mind. he bought
euphoria, made me transcendent, and ripped the world apart.
he made me feel like i could do anything; he removed the
boundaries.
i was constantly moving. it hurt to stop, so i never did; even when i was sitting, my mouth would move at brute force, i'd talk for hours and hours - until my mouth was dry - to nothing but my furniture. and afterwards, when i lie in bed, i'd grind my teeth so hard they broke and filled my mouth with salt.
i didn't care; i was too numb to care.
one night, whilst i was vigorously picking at the skin of my elbow, i caught my face in the bathroom mirror, and that's when i noticed how pale and flushed i was. my skin was blotchy and scaling in places. here i had started to worry, because dilated pupils are not normal.
and then i went numb, not for a little bit but a very long while.
he touched my mind and it went blank. i do not mean like a canvas, a beautiful new beginning. but like a city, dilapidated and left to rot alone. every neurotransmitter stopped, went black like the Arctic in winter and i forgot how to breath, how to speak. i went lax like a infant and my mind pulsated with the wrath of a thunderclap.
i fell from the ceiling.
and then everything kick-started at once, my heart was beating a rhythm so catastrophic i felt like i was dying, my lungs burnt with the rush of air impacting inside of them, and my vision was so blurred i thought i was going blind. i started crying hysterically, twitching like an insect, my neck stiff and my organs loose, burning like carbon subnitride.
i degenerated quickly, ageing like a fly and then i crawled, seeking to be nurtured by Hypnos. he held me and i woke alone, old and saddened; my fixation was gone, and all i had to show was missing teeth.
i waded through the waters of Lethe, and followed Thanatos into the fields of Elysium.
i was constantly moving. it hurt to stop, so i never did; even when i was sitting, my mouth would move at brute force, i'd talk for hours and hours - until my mouth was dry - to nothing but my furniture. and afterwards, when i lie in bed, i'd grind my teeth so hard they broke and filled my mouth with salt.
i didn't care; i was too numb to care.
one night, whilst i was vigorously picking at the skin of my elbow, i caught my face in the bathroom mirror, and that's when i noticed how pale and flushed i was. my skin was blotchy and scaling in places. here i had started to worry, because dilated pupils are not normal.
and then i went numb, not for a little bit but a very long while.
he touched my mind and it went blank. i do not mean like a canvas, a beautiful new beginning. but like a city, dilapidated and left to rot alone. every neurotransmitter stopped, went black like the Arctic in winter and i forgot how to breath, how to speak. i went lax like a infant and my mind pulsated with the wrath of a thunderclap.
i fell from the ceiling.
and then everything kick-started at once, my heart was beating a rhythm so catastrophic i felt like i was dying, my lungs burnt with the rush of air impacting inside of them, and my vision was so blurred i thought i was going blind. i started crying hysterically, twitching like an insect, my neck stiff and my organs loose, burning like carbon subnitride.
i degenerated quickly, ageing like a fly and then i crawled, seeking to be nurtured by Hypnos. he held me and i woke alone, old and saddened; my fixation was gone, and all i had to show was missing teeth.
i waded through the waters of Lethe, and followed Thanatos into the fields of Elysium.
