Goodbye Letter to Drugs

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    Goodbye Letter to Drugs

    Goodbye drugs! You pretended to be my best friend. You gave me a false sense of euphoria, confidence, pleasure, and happiness, and took all of my pain away. You stuffed my feelings way down inside so I did not have to deal with them. You helped me sleep better, stay awake better, eat better, and have better sex. Now let us discuss the things I will not miss about you. No more screaming matches with my ex-wife, no more throwing up, no more stealing, no more long nights making my whole family worry if I am still alive, no more shallow breathing, no more tweakers raiding my fridge and beds to crash, no more paychecks disappearing into thin air, no more web of lies, no more defibrillators shocking my chest, no more trails of tears from my daughter and deep regression to the point of smearing shit on the walls, no more cold sweats, no more getting fired from jobs, no more nodding out from watching movies and not remembering them, no more of my ex-wife and I clawing each others wrists in a struggle, no more jail cells, no more disappearing for days and weeks at a time, no more looking around for your friends and seeing only a graveyard, no more waking up in hospital beds, no more pawning $1,000’s of dollars worth of jewelry from your own mother, no more anger from my son cause I do not have time to play with him, no more CPS invading my space, no more glass pipes, no more diarrhea , no more dope runs, no more digging through my Dad’s wallet when he is not looking, no more blacking out at the wheel and wearing your tires down to the metal and watching your friend wander into the road and get hit by a semi truck because you decided to drive on xanax, no more separations because divorce is here, no more being hassled by the cops, no more paranoid delusions, no more hallucinations, no more lines, no more guilt and shame, no more killing my brain, no more getting ripped off, no more crawling in my skin, no more feeling like a failure, no more needles sticking in my arms, no more wearing long sleeve shirts in the middle of the summer to hide my track marks, no more stomach cramps, no more deadly scares, no more poisoning my liver, no more not remembering what I did the fuck I did the night before, no more falling to the floor, no more eating away at my inner core, no more sweating toxins out my pores, no more slamming doors, no more arm and nose sores, what the fuck did I need you for! You will latch your evil claws on to me no more! With GOD in my heart, my kids on my mind, and peace in my soul-I AM NOW RESTORED!!!!

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    Gr33nwood commented on Goodbye Letter to Drugs

    09-17-2009

    Smart poem! I like it. Keep up the good work. You should write a poem about each drug and what they have done.

    Wakeitha commented on Goodbye Letter to Drugs

    06-18-2009

    God blessed you my brother it is true , the devil have us blind when we are out there in he world doing worldly things. But, it is wonderful that God have you from this awfrul things. Now, it is a New life for you, but just put your trust in the Lord, because the Devil coming after you ev en HARDER NOW. But let the Lord be you rock, and keep doing rightous and trusting him with everything. He will neverleave you or forsake you . He's thebeginning and the end. God, bless you.

    graceladymn commented on Goodbye Letter to Drugs

    03-15-2009

    Welcome back to your beginning, tough sidetrip but you earned your wings I see you fly. You are pushing up from your center, wonderful for then the structure is solid and shall not fall even if it does, rise up like the phoenix.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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