Poisonous Happiness

I still remember how it felt.
Waking up. Shaking. Soaked in sweat.
I still remember how it felt.
To start the day by getting drunk.
To me it was like coffee.
I still remember how it felt.
To eat zonoct like it was breakfast.
Actually, it was my breakfast.
I still remember the joy,
When the drugs kicked.
Oh it made me happy.
So happy it kept me in it for years.
I couldnít get by sober.
I could go for days,
Only by drugs and alcohol.
I wonder how Iím still breathing?
Though it feels like Iím only half alive.
Cold hands, cold feet.
Iíve been shot, stabbed and I was an addict for nearly 5 years already at an age of 21.
My body is ruined.
I can barely move my leg anymore.
My mind is broken.
Sometimes I hear voices.
Other times I see the ghosts,
That haunts me.
If I didnít knew itís only in my head,
I had blown my brain out already.
If yourí an addict,
Please quit before itís too late.
Iím only 22 and I am lucky if I get 30.
Very lucky even.
I believe in you.
Though I donít know you,
I know you will handle it.
Whatever youír going through,
You will get happier.
If you still wantís to do drugs just know,
Somewhere around Manteno there is,
A 22 year old with a heart that skips,
Every third beat and he would wish,
He had never touched such poison.
He is lucky if he make it to be 30.
Let me tell you in other words,
Iím dying.
Written by WitheredRose
Author's Note
If I can make a last wish,
I wish you get sober,
At least I hope youíll get happier.
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