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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