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...
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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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I'm all alone and feel I'm smothering.
It's because of the addiction I've been covering.
Why does the chaos never cease?
All I need is just a little peace!
Do you know those drugs
Will never outlast
The tug of war you play
With the pain from your past
I never knew emptiness
Can be so heavy
A desire to quench a thirst
Famished for a better life
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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,
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