I wrote this when I was in rehab. We were having a lecture about something and I just wasn’t paying attention, so I started writing and this just came out. that night when it was all said and done I showed it to one of the counselors there. right after she read it she got a phone call about one of her friends who had started using again… for the last time. this poem holds a very special meaning to her and myself given the circumstances and I consider it to be my favorite work, others disagree. please enjoy.
Fed Up
The time has come to end this
As much as it hurts me so
I cannot continue this charade
You simply have to go
Break-up
This will only be said once
The last and only reason
For creating something pure
And ending it with treason
Fight
The reasons why i left
The reason why you stayed
There’s so much left that could be said
Yet nothing could be saved
Rationalize
It had to end that way
I sometimes wonder why
I do my best to arrest this pain
Cause all i do is cry
Loss of Self
Now i sit here worthless
My former empty shell
I know that this is for the best
For putting me through hell
Anger
I’ll have you crawling back
I’ll heal in time, you’ll see
I’ll turn you down and turn around
I’ll turn you into me
Medicate
It’s far too much for me
This selfish dour remorse
I chase release in every bottle
It only hurts me worse
Alone
I’m dating other girls
And think about you less
But no matter who i just compare
You were the fucking best
Pillar
This needle in my arm
Is my monument to you
Everything you meant to me
And the grief you put me through
Expiration
Now I lay here dying
The drugs have run me through
It’s getting dark and getting cold
My final thought is…
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