Submissions by heatherb
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2012 5:32pm
9th Feb 2012 5:32pm
when i was high
the people i love the most
were always the ones i would betray
i wake up in the morning
body aching, hands shaking
I've got to find something
to make it through the day
i look through my mothers purse
to find some money to steal
in my mind, what i was doing, wasn't real
now I've got my pills
the anticipation gives me chills
i crush it up and put it in a spoon
then suck it up in the syringe i use
now i just need to hit a vein
so i can finally relieve some of this pain
now i feel like a million bucks...
were always the ones i would betray
i wake up in the morning
body aching, hands shaking
I've got to find something
to make it through the day
i look through my mothers purse
to find some money to steal
in my mind, what i was doing, wasn't real
now I've got my pills
the anticipation gives me chills
i crush it up and put it in a spoon
then suck it up in the syringe i use
now i just need to hit a vein
so i can finally relieve some of this pain
now i feel like a million bucks...
938 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2012 3:07am
6th Feb 2012 3:07am
run away
i am haunted by what i have done
when i was high and on the run
it helps you get away
from the thoughts in your mind
that you don't want to stay
but when the good feelings pass
it's the bad that will last
and you lie awake in the night
till through the window you see light
and you wonder if you will win the fight
then another day comes
and again you need to run
to stop from thinking of what you've done
but what will it take
to get you away
from the demons in your head
that always want to play
they...
when i was high and on the run
it helps you get away
from the thoughts in your mind
that you don't want to stay
but when the good feelings pass
it's the bad that will last
and you lie awake in the night
till through the window you see light
and you wonder if you will win the fight
then another day comes
and again you need to run
to stop from thinking of what you've done
but what will it take
to get you away
from the demons in your head
that always want to play
they...
1141 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2012 9:15pm
29th Jan 2012 9:15pm
2nd chances
losing my kids was
the worst moment in my life
i went to rehab
and been trying hard
to make things right
now i get a chance
to prove my change is true
a day with my daughter
there is nothing else
i would rather do
i can show my family
that i am different now
maybe they will see it
and believe me somehow
this second chance
means the world to me
i can show my kids and family
what a good mother and person
i can be
the worst moment in my life
i went to rehab
and been trying hard
to make things right
now i get a chance
to prove my change is true
a day with my daughter
there is nothing else
i would rather do
i can show my family
that i am different now
maybe they will see it
and believe me somehow
this second chance
means the world to me
i can show my kids and family
what a good mother and person
i can be
1052 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2012 8:47pm
22nd Jan 2012 8:47pm
my love
there is no place
that i would rather be
than here with you
and you with me
in your arms
i'm not alone
i feel free
and right at home
you make me smile
i can be me
i'm going to be here a while
i never want to leave
that i would rather be
than here with you
and you with me
in your arms
i'm not alone
i feel free
and right at home
you make me smile
i can be me
i'm going to be here a while
i never want to leave
934 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2012 5:17pm
18th Jan 2012 5:17pm
this is the story of my life
lord,
i am on my knees
i do not want to die
i beg you, please
help me to survive
i lost my father
when i was 10
then my angry
step-dad moved in
he thought it was ok
to touch me at night
i was so scared
i said alright
a beating was ok
here or there
if i didn't do my chores
it was fair
when i was 16
i tried methadone
no one made me
i did it on my own
it made me feel good
helped me to escape
from my horrible step-dad
that made me feel raped
at 18 i got pregnant
by the love...
i am on my knees
i do not want to die
i beg you, please
help me to survive
i lost my father
when i was 10
then my angry
step-dad moved in
he thought it was ok
to touch me at night
i was so scared
i said alright
a beating was ok
here or there
if i didn't do my chores
it was fair
when i was 16
i tried methadone
no one made me
i did it on my own
it made me feel good
helped me to escape
from my horrible step-dad
that made me feel raped
at 18 i got pregnant
by the love...
1114 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 1:00am
16th Jan 2012 1:00am
relief
i have tried to get away
every chance i could
i beg and plead
but you tell me i'm good
i planted the seed
to this horrible life
that i now lead
there is so much doubt
that i could ever go without
i am dead inside
like i've been burnt alive
not knowing if i will survive
i just need some relief
from this everlasting grief
relief comes in the form of a pill
that has drove my life downhill
but this feeling will pass
it will never last
it stays just beyond my grasp
every chance i could
i beg and plead
but you tell me i'm good
i planted the seed
to this horrible life
that i now lead
there is so much doubt
that i could ever go without
i am dead inside
like i've been burnt alive
not knowing if i will survive
i just need some relief
from this everlasting grief
relief comes in the form of a pill
that has drove my life downhill
but this feeling will pass
it will never last
it stays just beyond my grasp
923 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 00:19am
16th Jan 2012 00:19am
beast
the beast inside my head
will not stop until i'm dead
it haunts me in the night
i never see the light
i keep looking for the door
trying to find my way
back to the place i was before
i have lost the will to live
i have nothing left to give
the lies have grown old
but the truth is so cold
no matter how hard i try
this beast will never die
i am just a prisoner here
of my own fear
there is nothing more for me
i need the end to set me free
will not stop until i'm dead
it haunts me in the night
i never see the light
i keep looking for the door
trying to find my way
back to the place i was before
i have lost the will to live
i have nothing left to give
the lies have grown old
but the truth is so cold
no matter how hard i try
this beast will never die
i am just a prisoner here
of my own fear
there is nothing more for me
i need the end to set me free
927 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 10:01pm
14th Jan 2012 10:01pm
my rehab experience
rehab is a trash can
where all the sick people
come to live in
they try to get well
then realize there in hell
and have been brainwashed
by the 12-step spell
i am so over this shit
it is making me sick
i want to leave now
but don't know how
i have been trapped in a cage
my heart filled with so much rage
are these the consequences
that i have to pay
the more i try to stay
the more i go insane
i want to go home
but they wont put me on a plane
i've tried to be nice
tried to be kind...
where all the sick people
come to live in
they try to get well
then realize there in hell
and have been brainwashed
by the 12-step spell
i am so over this shit
it is making me sick
i want to leave now
but don't know how
i have been trapped in a cage
my heart filled with so much rage
are these the consequences
that i have to pay
the more i try to stay
the more i go insane
i want to go home
but they wont put me on a plane
i've tried to be nice
tried to be kind...
760 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 9:33pm
14th Jan 2012 9:33pm
my life
No respect
love
care
Only anger
sadness
fear
lonely
empty
broken
consumed
used
& abused
everyday is hell to me
all i want is to be free
from this life that controls me
love
care
Only anger
sadness
fear
lonely
empty
broken
consumed
used
& abused
everyday is hell to me
all i want is to be free
from this life that controls me
1408 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2012 5:07pm
6th Jan 2012 5:07pm
CRACKed
i pull the plastic off
my newport pack
fill it up
with lots of crack
i rush home all alone
sit there and smoke it
until its gone
now I'm bored what should i do
i cant stop staring at a shoe
long white pills
i call then bars
you shouldn't take them
and drive in cars
drink a beer
and kick it in
there's no telling
how much trouble you'll get in
my newport pack
fill it up
with lots of crack
i rush home all alone
sit there and smoke it
until its gone
now I'm bored what should i do
i cant stop staring at a shoe
long white pills
i call then bars
you shouldn't take them
and drive in cars
drink a beer
and kick it in
there's no telling
how much trouble you'll get in
697 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2012 5:01pm
6th Jan 2012 5:01pm
60 days
60 days i keep telling myself
i have to be strong
i have to do this right
or it will leave me
fighting for my life
i want so bad to
just feel better
it is driving me mad
or does it even
get better at all
or will i feel like shit
until i fall
back into the
flames of hell
randomly waking
up in jail
my life ruled
by a drug
something that
i thought i loved
i have to be strong
i have to do this right
or it will leave me
fighting for my life
i want so bad to
just feel better
it is driving me mad
or does it even
get better at all
or will i feel like shit
until i fall
back into the
flames of hell
randomly waking
up in jail
my life ruled
by a drug
something that
i thought i loved
1019 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2012 5:33pm
5th Jan 2012 5:33pm
outside the gates of hell
i have been on the outside looking in
wondering how this life began....
when i was young i found some pills
i loved the way they would make me feel
there were some pink ones and some white
that made my head feel just right
and some blue ones that made me get into fights
i would wake up not remembering at all
how did i get here and when did i fall
i finally met this powerful pill
its called Oxycontin
this is ther one i have never forgotten
i thought this little green monster
made my life great
not even knowing
i was right...
wondering how this life began....
when i was young i found some pills
i loved the way they would make me feel
there were some pink ones and some white
that made my head feel just right
and some blue ones that made me get into fights
i would wake up not remembering at all
how did i get here and when did i fall
i finally met this powerful pill
its called Oxycontin
this is ther one i have never forgotten
i thought this little green monster
made my life great
not even knowing
i was right...
1043 reads
5 Comments
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