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and with my hands I make I create I please I kill I am lost in a profound sense of love and a vicodin high with the streets over-flowing with the materialistic human beings I resent and forget the beauty of what love can be like standing with an overpowering stare into my eyes that are oh so very undeserving and to be isolated shunned I feel like an ocean with out waves drinking wine with my stomach warmed by the vicodin and beer and depressed I feel I do I do empty and hopeful maybe I am overeacting or maybe withdrawls from a human are real and I wasnt really joking but with these I am so on fire and I picked up the pieces of my broken self with bare hands dragging the bloody fingers across my sweating and tired forehead and now with knowone to kiss my wounded ego I run across a stretching plain in the morning fog smog and smoke naked and burning cold forward I lurch and fallen back I have I have I have... I may be a drug addict again?
It sounds like it - If the drugs are controlling your life, and by the sounds of it they are, it's a flashing sign of addiction. I hope you can get some sort of therapy and find a better path, good luck. :)
why thank you that may be some of the worse advice I have ever recieved for a peice of writing.. I do not have a drug problem
but thank you just the same
