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@shackledtothedrugs
âIsnât it terrifying to realize this is going to be your life forever. Sober one minute high the next. The saddest part is when you embrace it with all you are. This is me. This is as good as it gets.â
â experience
2pac's 'all eyez on me' cd packaging, 1996.
âWhen youâre using drugs, youâre driven by this mystical black energy, a force inside you that just wonât quit. And the weaker you get, the more you feed into that energy, and the more it fucks with you. When your spirit becomes dark and your lifestyle becomes dark, your existence is susceptible to infiltration by dark spirits. Iâve seen it so many times with addicts. You can see that theyâre controlled by dark energy, the way they look, their appearance, their voice, their behavior, itâs not them.â
â Anthony Kiedis
Pills & addiction
I take 8 16
Sometimes more
Every once in a while i take as many as i can
My feet and hands tingle
And then its all numb
My mind goes quiet
As if they fix my mental pain too
I take as many as i can
Listen to music
And try to fade away
Into the empty space
Its dark there
Yet not scary
I forget everything
I forget i live
Some nights i hope it never ends
I hope i never wake up
Its a scary heaven
Its a mess
Yet its so calming
Its like being manipulated
Its wrong
But it doesnt feel wrong
Not untill after
After you relise how horrible it was for you
But then you want more
You want the same dark silence
You wish you never took them at the start
But its too late
The desicion was made
Addiction has no sympathy
It doesnt care who you are or how hurt you are
It makes false promises
It makes the pain go away
But after it all comes back
You chase it to feel better
And before you relise it
You need it to feel okay
The heart and mind are gifts
Thoughts and feels can be amazing
But the same thoughts and feelings can break you they can ruin you till theres nothing left
Even when i feel empty and numb
I crave pills
It gets worse
To the point i cant not
I try
I really do
But truth is
Im addicted
I cant just quit
They make me feel okay
They make it easier
I close my eyes and instead of trauma
I get greeted with a cold yet warm emptiness
The emptiness i always feel
Yet somehow this one is different
This one is softer
Its more loving
Its like a safe place
It feels like a hug
You know its fake
You know its not good for you
But just like cutting it feels amazing
Even though you know its horrible for you
It doesnt matter
For a second it feels like the pains gone
It makes you forget all the wrong
Sometimes you just sleep
Other times its energy
Like waking up from a good nap
Sometimes i feel untouchable on them
But its all fake
At the time it feels real
But its not
Im chasing happiness
Happiness i wont get
Happiness that was never there
But it felt like it was
Or several
I've lived I've loved I've been on the run, for so long- from the past, from myself, I try to escape my own mind which ends in destruction of my own design there's no where to hide, no way outside my mind. @theaddictspoetry
Self Inflicted(TW*)
With a needle in hand and ice in her veins,
She carves her pain onto her skin with no restrain.
Blood drips like tears from her broken heart,
The addiction consumes her, tearing her apart.
Each prick of the needle brings temporary relief,
But the scars on her skin are a cruel thief.
She's trapped in a cycle of self-inflicted pain,
Unable to break free from the addiction's chain.
She longs to escape the torment within,
But the only escape she knows is through sin.
The needle and ice are her only solace,
A twisted form of self-inflicted malice.
She's a prisoner of her own twisted mind,
Trapped in a world where pain is all she finds.
But deep down she knows, she can never be free,
For the addiction has taken her soul, with no key.
Why is everyone so quick to judge drug addicts ? Do you have any idea how depressed or sad you have to be to rely on drugs everyday to take away your pain?
âAddiction is like a stray dog on your doorstep; once you feed it, it will hound you until itâs convinced thereâs no oneâs home.â
â Haile Simms (via haiafterrehab)
ââOnce you tried drugs, thereâs no going back. Just like once you fall in love, you canât just let them go. Or like your first time having sex, you canât just stop having sex. Drugs are apart of Natureâs earthly cycle. Addiction is natural. Drugs are natural.ââ
â @medicatednfaded (via medicatednfaded)
âWeâre often asked, âWhy dope?â This question is not easily answered, most of the time we donât have any idea but we canât stop. After a while its just life, you canât live with the drugs⊠but you canât live without them even more. We get high because the worldâs uncomfortable, uninteresting and unbearable. Always.â
â When Youâre a Junkie Anything Can Be Justified. (via missoracle)