Shane moved through the night like a ghost in his skin,
Chasing sparks of attention to quiet the din.
Not for praise, not for love, not for fleeting acclaim
Just to silence the darkness that whispered his name.
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(Ode to Alcohol)
The queasy feeling in my stomach
The pounding in my head
The only thoughts in my mind
I really enjoyed reading this, it made me reflect back to what I have done to my son. My life is so much better today. I have been 14 months sober from alcoholism. Thank you for letting me...
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I hate you for what you've done to me! You've completely torn my world apart and left my family in misery!
You attacked my family without any warning in advance. You were so sneaky about it, that we never stood a chance.
Again and again, going through withdrawals
My eyes flutter, my skin crawls
Like many times before, I nod off again
This feeling I used to look forward to because I thought my life was much worse then the pain that high gave me. Through out all this pain I was just looking for to be numb but it would...
The power of addiction is a horrible disease.
You make think it relieves pressure,
Or bring pain to ease.
In the twilight's deceptive embrace,
A spark ignites, a dangerous chase.
Promised highs in a crystalline shard,
An escape from sorrow, though my journey is hard.
Lost within the maze of my own mind,
Swimming in circles, trying to leave it all behind,
A mask in disguise trying to mask my demise.
Within the truth there are no lies.
So many emotions, it's out of control.
What have I done? Have I sold my soul?
The price is steep, and there's nothing to gain.
I cut my wrist today, but not because I wanted to die. Of course, people won't ask. They will just assume that's why.
I needed to know that I could still feel something, other than the pain I felt inside. I watched it for a while until finally the bleeding started to subside.
Lisa,
I am so very sorry for your loss.
I know this has to be such a terrible burden.
Please call to get help and support for what you are going through- either good Christian...
This is my drowning,
my teeth sinking
into sour apples
and I’m not hiding
It sits on the razor's edge,
A tear, crimson within itself.
I sit there, constantly reminded of you.
This was our thing,
I wake up in the morning, see you're not there.
By 10am I feel sick, I need you my dear.
Why can't I have you all the time.
I need you. It hurts me it makes me cry.
I have the same problem. Every time I wake, all I think about is nicotine.
You think it's cool when you get high.
You don't even see the things that go by.
Time flies when you're having fun.
But one day your body can't handle
ADDICT AND WIFE. I'm a meth addict for 13 years now. My wife and I have been married for 15 years and been together for 17 years. Until just this past year I've hidden my addiction from her...
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