The only poem i've ever written

[Political Suicide]

This was written after i got off heroin. I was fiending really bad and was shakin off the sickness when this just came to me. I wrote it just as it is. Punctuation is off here and there, and its just a run-on, but nothing could explain how i felt at the time better than this.

Why try?
Why cry?
why don't i let myself die?
I bring misery
death
destruction
i can live with those
bear a final truth
a sour ending
tears
sad eyes
no smile
the curse of caring
the misery of loving
how can i expect love
me?
ex-junkie
ex-convict
ex-terrible person
i fall away
leave the world
who so abandoned me
so early
cry away the happy days
and clech my jaws at misery
why try?
paradise is just a few CCs away
a thin strip of metal tubing
a liquid so pure that god himself
cursed it away
cursed me away
i have no purpose
i have no one who needs me
to continue their misery
no ones heart to turn to stone
break me
let my legacy fall upon thee
400 pieces
all not me
its just so
so sad
so mad
so sad
so desperate
so needy...
so sad
theres an open vein
at every corner
just waiting
patience
perserverance
what is my want
my need
my misery
just a drop
just a taste
just a tab
pill, line, hit
or shot away
just one minute in heaven
curse me
you threw me down once
and it hurt
maybe this time
ill die in heaven
sleep amongst the angels and deamons
sleep amongst my friends
my reality
me!!!!!!
Is it really sleep i need?
or sleep who needs me
Do i want to cry?
Do i want to try?
be alive
look alive
please
please
please
please
be free
be anyone but me
leave the misery
leave the key to misbent days
and this stupid craze
an idiot on top
a fool on top
a smart man on bottom
crush the good
exalt the evil
its over
its done
cursed
stepped upon
trampled
cried.
left.
over.
done.
sad.
mad.
not good.
not bad.
Just die.
Fool.
Die.
tangled webs of lost hope
lost sense of direction
large metal
large metal
broken pieces.
glass.
cans.
junk
junk
junk
junk
junk
junk
junk
junk
junk
Junk
Junk
Junk
Junk
Junk
Junk
Junk
Junk
Junk
Junk
Junk
Fall upon me.

[rahul]

can you pm me details of ur dream girl! [joking]

[Subversive Pessimist]

That was a very moving poem. I've never read anything that sad. That poem is like describing things when life is really, really shit. Actually I laughed a little. Even though it's sad, it has a sense of humor.

Like "junk, junk, junk, junk, junk fall upon me." That was really original.

When did you write it? You should make more poems :)

[Pawn Power]

thats good! it would make a cool song ;)

[Political Suicide]

I wrote that a long while ago. I've never tried to write another poem. it just hit me and it went on paper. I've never had that rush of inspiration again. I guess it was just when i felt the most alone, i looked for an outlet and found one. Thanks for reading everyone!

[All My Stitches Itch]

Applause, much applause...

[Political Suicide]

I took your advice and tried to write another one early this morning, i just couldnt fall asleep and i was thinking about an old friend. Her overdose and death, is what got me off junk. we used to call heroin our 'sweet drops of heaven', so thats what the drops are in reference to, the 'other' drops are tears.

she fell the other day
fell deep within her grave
we saw it coming
held her hand
pulled the cord

the drops of eternity
fell twice that night
and layed still the morning after
pooled upon our feet
two drops layed still that night

forever after
and to my grave
shall my drops be of one
the ones she never gave