Mar 09, 2005 01:34
My Exit of Life
This is my diary of my life. As I write, I feel the drugs kicking in and leaving me lonely. Everyone tries to help but it just gets worse. When I think too hard it eats away at my insides.
This time I'll know when I have to give up. This time you can be my savior.
I need you to be here with me with my struggle for survival. Nothing has ever been this hard for me to do. I put them down once before and now the addiction is worse. Once the high hits me I'm someone different, someone who I'm not.
Everyday is the same. New drugs with new friends. old drugs with old friends. Now it's turn to drugs and myself. I must grow up and leave them behind me. What has become to me?
Now I know drugs are not me. Now I know what I must do.
I need you to be here with me with my struggle for survival. Nothing has ever been this hard for me to do. I put them down once before and now the addiction is worse. Once the high hits me I'm someone different, someone who I'm not.
Now I look back on when I was that person, the person you didn't want around. Now I'm somebody new. Somebody new.
My last day of this monster I don't want to be. I hurt you, my family, and myself. This if my final goodbye to you, the drug, the addiction, the death...