Going to Michigan on a road trip in 4 days! I hope i will get the opportunity to stop into Grand Rapids to visit my grandpa who I havent seen in nearly 15 years!
Bummed.
Demons intertwined in my soul,
can’t shake them off my shoulders,
and every passing day I’m haunted,
by the weight they carry upon me
Oh, I want to let them go,
what’s done is done
I just want to move on,
regain normalcy,
but normalcy, did I ever have within me?
Self-identity absentia,
I know nothing of who I am
The prospect of knowing terrifies me,
rattling every bone in me
Who am I, will I ever know?
Or will I be haunted by my shadow?
All consuming of my soul
Anonymous asked: It's never to late to say no and make things right. Good luck man.
Thank you my gray faced friend :)
Riddled with guilt for even letting it happen. It eats me up watching it. I knew better, and I still said okay.
To watch it external,
brings only pain internal
How could I have been so dumb?
To let her fall to the demons,
I fought so hard to overcome
I tried to heed warning,
but it fell on deaf ears
A quick way to relieve the pain,
now withdrawing, it’s all in vain
Addiction is never chosen,
you fall into the lap and you’re frozen
Afraid of the thaw and the numbness weaning,
accept the warmth and start the healing
Dear followers,
I am not dead, but will be inactive in posting for a little bit. I’m pilfering through my poetry collection to add to a compilation for a book. After I go through all 268 pages, I’ll be back.
Love,
evilpizza
Thank you Seroquel for making my metabolism as active as a sloth. So even though its baking outside, I can’t fit into any shorts. I have two pairs of pants that fit, and one of the two recently was destroyed in a balance malfunction.
So fuck you Seroquel.
“Right after Layne died I had two people — one who knew Layne intimately and loved, loved him, and one, a woman from my church, where I expected to find some support and understanding — both of those people looked at me and one said,’Drugs are a choice,’ and the other said, ‘Well, we all make our own choices.’ One person, I just felt sorry for them, and the other person, I just wanted to claw at them.”
“You have a plan that someday, you have a fantasy that someday the child you put all your love and attention and time into is going to be a grown up to look back on these things and share those fun times and memories and have their own little family, and Layne planned to have a family, he was so sweet and such a good … this tragedy is already so unacceptable to me, and especially when the people who knew him can just say, ‘Oh well, it was a choice.’ It’s so cruel. Nobody would choose to put themselves through what Layne went through, no human being should have to go through that. Depression and addiction is obviously a trap, it’s obviously a chemical disorder, and it obviously needs our help and our understanding and our compassion.”
“There’s people I’ve met that have had experience either with addiction or with their loved ones suffering, and their hearts are bigger than I ever could have imagined and so understanding. I haven’t struggled with addiction but my loved ones have, and people who have survived addiction, some of them are just one rung below the angels, and way more understanding because those are the people who’ve gone through it. But the opposite is that I’ve never experienced so many ghouls creeping out of the woodwork and that has been a shocker. People who took Layne’s things and wanna sell ’em back to us. People who just say, ‘Ahh, he was a junkie, forget about him.’ It’s just so awful.”- Nancy McCallum
(evilpizza) I have to say, this hurt my heart.
(Source: untangle-u-from-me)
