Its just one simple fucking choice that draws the line between life and death, one simple fucking choice to either keep on living or blowing out your last breath. If youve never been addicted before you wont ever be able to just begin to start comprehending how fucking hard it is to make; yet theres thousands of bad excuses being shouted and screamed at you from the back of your head so the promise youll break. Just thinking about a needle piercing into my body gives me cold fucking chills BUT when you start cooking you get so fucking excited about this 'cheap' or rather let me rephrase: this fucked up and expensive thrill...
Sick in the head...
Twisted as hell...
Life filled with regret...
Addicted to a foul taste and smell...
Every hit is with your life a bet...
I suppose that time will tell...
"Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with your self esteem."
Kurt Cobain
Lots of thoughts and feelings I was writing down while deep in heroin addiction, this was my therapy maybe even my journal but that’s not important. Juggling addiction, relapse, rock bottom, relationships, recovery, life and death. Inspiring journey about redemption, love, hate, mental instability and maybe even some hope and it rhymes. Laughing, crying, shouting and screaming all raw and uncensored emotions and truths. A love hate relationship with opioids and life but most importantly myself
Monday, 20 August 2012
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