Hard Drugs For Soft People

What the fuck.

Were have my eyes been?

How in the presidency of Ronald Reagan who had marked the start of a long period of skyrocketing rates of incarcerations, largely thanks to his unprecedented expansion of the drug war, did I not realize that RONALD REAGAN IS A STUPID FUCKING DICK SECRETION WHICH HAD TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF ALL THE STUPID FUCKS THIS PLANET HARBORS.

There are so many, it's as though...no... they aren't human ! Imposters! These things haven't got a single quality/characteristic/attribute of what means to be human.

Or maybe they are human, and I... maybe I don't belong because... because I don't belong here. I'm not from here, this place can't be my home. I must be an alien.

This explains so much. This explains so little. This explains nothing.

What is going on?

The state of earth. Of humanity. It's so sad.

I am so weak.

I am made weak.

I just want to help.

I see the stranger true reality. I have seen for so long.

Hello? Anyone? Please. Please help me..help me help us.

You're hurting me.You're killing me. Do you realize you are hurting me? Do you realize you are killing me?

I care... too much. I love... too much.

Why have all these things been done to me.

This really is a great big white world.

I see only pain.

We used to love ourselves. We used to love one another. There is no love here.

I can't smile. I wish I could. I feel dead. I felt too much. Now I can't feel at all.

I am made worthless. My efforts made useless.

I keep killing myself to save others. Others keep killing me to save themselves.

And I just keep dying.

This planet is dead.

Humanity is dead.

We have killed it.

We have killed ourselves.

We have made things this way.

We can make them another.

Together.

Hopeless?

No.

Too hopeful.

Why do I keep doing this? Why am I still awake? Why take all this pain? Why do it in vain?

Because I care. Because I love. Because I know.

Because somewhere, Someone cares, someone loves, someone knows.

Because somewhere else, another cares, another loves, another knows.

We may look depressed, we may feel depressed.

They may look happy, they may feel happy.

We are happy.

They will never be.

Never really.

They don't know me. They don't know you.

They don't know themselves.

They don't know they are by themselves.

But, I know me, you know you, we have eachother, we are in this together.

Us.

The Heroin, Meth, and every other drug user.

Victims.

Not of the drug, but of the abuser.

We survive everything.

Methamphetamine has only done good for me.People have done only bad. I can't imagine the state I would be in if I had not thoroughly educated myself on everything surrounding drugs and the drugs themselves. I do not regret my decision to use Methamphetamine. I love using Methamphetamine, I will keep using Methamphetamine. And a day will come when my environment has changed for the better, has changed enough, and I will no longer need to keep using Methamphetamine.

Drugs don't scare me. They are bitches. My bitches. I'm their daddy.

They don't own me.

I own them.

They don't use me.

I use them.

Fear is our weakness.

Ignorance is our death.

Thank you VladdyRS.

I know nothing about you, and you know nothing aboutt me. Well, other than a few addresses. And yet, you have affected my life in ways which words cannot express.

I have gone through so much.

Looking back, had I not found you, I don't think I would be alive today.

With the way everything works out for me, I was just waiting to get scammed, ripped off, or fucked off, as I have always been. But packs always arrived, my annoying questions always answered, and, so far, the only one who hasn't broken my trust.

The ones which were supposed to love me, a system which was suppose to help me, doctors that were supposed to listen, and psychiatrists that should have cared, have instead been the ones beating me down.

When I was losing myself, a motha fuckin' drug dealer helped me find my way, a motha fuckin' drug dealer kept my faith in humanity alive.

I will remember till I die.

Unfortunately, the grandkids won't get to hear this story... cuz, ya know.... OpSec.


Comments


[9 Points] None:

I wish you the best in fixing whatever issues you're facing...but coming from a longtime tweaker, you are in for a rude awakening.

fucking rhymed and shit. poet and I aint even know it. degenerate tweaker, future public speaker.


[4 Points] None:

Is this one of those poems that make the same amount of sense whether you read it forwards or backwards?


[4 Points] KeavesSharpi:

Methamphetamine has only done good for me.

I think this post proves otherwise. I also think you need some help.


[3 Points] dilirio25:

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What is this?


[3 Points] Explosions_Hurt:

I really need to try Meth some time..


[2 Points] None:

/u/VladdyRS would be proud?


[1 Points] oscaracostadnm:

Some of this is fairly good writing, It really hit me. Reminds me of the 50's Beatnik poets.

Advice that has helped me: Write drunk, edit sober.

Anyways good luck with future endeavors .


[-1 Points] NashHarvey:

this looks like something that'd be some scary meth propaganda, but shit is real! not even once