Trapt in a Bitch... Response to "Meth Poetry" by Sto0one

The Beginning: Caual Fuckup.

Truth is, i was never your perfect angel
always in the middle of something runnin an angle
Time had me strangled, school kicked me out.
Then came the parents who told me to get out of the house
On my own, Streetlights were my reading lamp
Pained by cramps stamped somber nights in my brain than tamps
Silenty crying during the day, acted cool around the posse
Loudly breaking down at night feeling that God had lost me
Then came a night, a Crystal reflection of myself
shoved into a bitch, I think i found my only help
It helped me loosen the hold Time had around my neck
And let me leave the scene that seemed always had me wrecked
I wonder what would happen if i ever gave it up
Seems like it would empty all of the trades that i picked up
How long has it been? 10? Maybe 20 minutes...
And yet a Day goes by and i never started to finish


The Middle: Isolation


I stuck by myself for hours into them days
Tucked into a phase, Dazed Cowards wont go away
Played a simple strange, Acted a Crazed Mellow
Never wasted boredom to bathe, teeth a Grays Yellow.
Sounds a constant Cello, every creek is a violin
I remain violent, Constantly Trying to perfect Silence.
And I claim Tyrants, To me they are my mirrors
Dictating queers to clear off my smears with sheers
The light will soon shine in, Im losing my Constellation
Concentration on my masturbation has time Perpetually changin'
Neverlasting patience, Always seem to be runnin on empty
Clever glassing figures always stunning to tempt me
Parents are Shunning, they must be, ive been dying to change
And now the isolaton has got me changing to die, Never staying the same.


The End: Life or Death?

Fiending for that last toke, that last twirl of smoke
To enter through my mouth, hit my lungs and make me choke
How could it be fair? These Orange clothes, 'n' for what?
Needed some ends quick, to seize the moment, 'n' decided to steal that truck
Now my life is fucked, I was going to give it back!
Now im forced into N.A. and i aint even addicted, thats whats wack.
Mean Muggin as i walk in, Pure insanity fills the room
Toothless wonders talk incoherently, their lives are doomed
The moon slowly sets on the cloudiness that enraged my brain
I see now that everyone arouund me changed, 'Cept my fiend it stayed the same
Truth finally sets in, and Mercy, Now i feel saved!!
'Cept i wake up everyday and Suddenly feel that crave...




Response To Stone or whatever that wrote about Meth.. Peep what you know, not what you think you know.
Addiction: 3 years.
Sobriety : 15 months

I wake up everyday and choose my freedom and Life over isolation and Death. One Love.


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This was ok, rhyming scheme could have been better to make it more effective of a story.

i liked it......no hate...

perfect life story for some ppl.........srry but true...

i like it...FLat Out

Uppin, stop sleepin,.