I use to write all the time, seeing as I write best when fucked up and well I use to be fucked up all the time. Now it's been almost a damn decade and I have a bunch of shit started but can't finish any of them even though I'm still fucked up the majority of the time. So I figure I'll post something thats hardly started and see if anybody wanted to share this, add a couple of lines or a paragraph to it then if people kept sharing and adding it might turn into something beautiful as all our minds works differently. If it doesn't go this way thats okay too, I will eventually finish it, I just don't want it to be another decade before I do.
It's called Haunted, two part reason:
1) I'm haunted by my addiction daily which before would numb me but every day I continue to use I'm starting to feel more and more of what I've been suppressing all these years.
2) Since I'm now starting to feel everything I've been suppressing I'm now haunted by the guilt of what happened bc of my addiction.
If you're still with me, here it is, see what you can do with it. All I ask is that not one person finishes it before it has a chance to actually be shared IF it's going to.
Haunted
For our house could never be clean,
I watched it burn with gasoline.
Lit the match then walked away,
Another end to another day.
One after the other they fade from view,
Only to realize they're haunting you.
Try to run, try to hide
But you can't escape what lives inside.
