Poetry

Been sober for a while, that's gonna change tonight

Well I haven't posted on this in a while. Thought I should let you guys know what's up. I haven't done coricidin in over a week. I tried but I felt terrible about it and puked it out. I'm no longer with the same girl. Currently talking to another who wants me clean. I got back in touch with my mom which isn't bad but isn't great. It opens up memories I don't want. However her boyfriend is a medical marijuana grower in Cali so that's awesome. I no longer have a life. I stay home except to go buy cigarettes and get cuddles. I cry myself to sleep because of memories I don't want. I'm trying to be better. I am trying not to be like who I was. I'm changing slowly. Well that's it thanks for reading

Nothing like a carnival to compliment 32 skittles. Wondering if I should take more. what you guys think?

Drunk.+ hookah = Wtf am I doing?

RIP Melody. Even though I never had the chance to be a father to you, you will always remain in my heart as my drive to be better.

Buh uh uh on that deep shit. Plateau 4 homie. So shut yo bitchin bitch ass up bitch.

After applying for section 8 and unemployment. I just need these. Going on 32

Took 32 skittles. Gotta leave work. Can't go home. To the forest?

I don't think I'm going home today. I just can't stay sober anymore.

It's almost 5 and those pills are calling to me. I gotta smoke to keep this desire down

Today feels so bad. I'm just not high. It doesn't feel right. I feel terrible. The only lifting feeling I have is when I see you on the med cart looking at me smiling. Smiling like you haven't in forever. Like you are proud of me. Even though I desire to go to my car and take them skittles, I'm not. If only to see that smile. That smile lifts me higher than those drugs ever will.