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Addiction.

written by: playthevillain

Little white lines across the lappy.
"You shouldn't do all that meth, you only need a bump."
"My tolerance is far too high for that."
There's a rolled up 10 in my right hand.
I lean down, then back up again.
I forgot to put up my hair.
I lean down.
The powder finds it's way up the middle of the bill,
Into my nasal cavity,
Down the back of my throat,
Into my blood stream.
Sniff.
Sniff.
Sniff.
Pressing on my right nostril because it has begun to bleed.
Oh god, I'm bleeding.
Not again.
Fuck you crystal meth.
How is it that you make me withdraw $40 from my account at 2am?
How do you control my mind to the point where I can't live without you?
How is it you can make me fall back into your arms again and again?
Awake.
Awake.
Awake.
I'll never sleep again.
Even the ladybug on my blinds seems to be running.
The dried blood and the purple under my eyes lets everyone know what I've done.
Collect my snot in the back of my throat,
Swallow it one more time,
For the rest of my high.
This will last me through the afternoon.
You're the only way to get me through the day.
You haunt me.
I want you more than sex.
I want you more than friends.
I want you more than a house.
I want you more than happiness.
I want you bad.
I hate you.
Awake.
Awake.
Awake.
I'll never sleep again.
Not with you by my side.
What will they say about us?
What will they say about me?
They already know you're bad.
I can't remember the last time you made me happy,
But I need you.
You help things go faster.
You help pass the time.
You help me forget.
I love you.

Comments:

Sat, Dec 1, 2007 at 9:51PM

God help us all.

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