A poem I wrote recently that basically recounts some moments of my younger years that I'm not proud of. It's pretty personal to me, but I figured I'd post it here since none of you know me in real life.
(Also, I've been sober 3 and a half years now. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Hard drugs aren't worth it. There's better things in life.)
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nosebleeds
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finally you wake up
in a parking space behind burger king
jacket wet from an oil slick
and there are people standing above you
some of your friends
"christ, i thought you were dead," one of them says
but these weren't the friends you were with before
"i'm sorry, but please don't tell anybody you found me here. please."
"uh, no problem."
"are you ok?"
"you think you could watch me? make sure i don't pass out again?"
"yeah, all right. just follow us."
you're sorry to take up any space at all
but you aren't really sorry, just scared
you asshole
the last thing you remember
it was still daylight
you were on the other side of town
starting to come down
and you asked for more
the two of you did a few more pills
then a lot more pills
it's the little things
six hour gaps in your memory
wandering around the laundromat with the fluorescent lights beating on your nosebleeds
the listless stares of people around you
wondering what the hell
this kid's only fifteen
he's sleeping in a parking lot?
and he's got dilated pupils, nosebleeds
jesus, he's shaking, why's he shaking?
they make you tell yourself
this is the last time
this is the last time, i swear
i'm quitting
all these things you thought you could quit
you can quit anytime
well you thought you could quit