my name is kalee and i’m an addict
at the same time tho
i hate drugs and drinking
the way i lose my focus on what counts
the fear that sets in from the fog
the lack of ability i have in mind from the bog
the last time you actually enjoyed yourself on drugs
is the first time you truly lost who you are
the last time you enjoyed the drugs is the first time you started seeing yourself again
the realization that your an addict is when you realize you can be so okay with losing said self
when you always want to get high its like asking your mom to constantly cry
when you start to give up on life
your giving up and that’s just that
drugs don’t ever give you anything for the long run
they really only completely remove you
from the race itself
only when you start listening to the voice in your head telling you to keep living
and that each drug you take
is a game of Russian roulette
no matter what, even life without drugs is a game
but choose to remove the gun itself
does it then become a safe one
we all deserve to be in the race but its always a choice of life or death
with addicts we have to make a conscious decision to always choose life
mental and physical
an addict truly free of drugs
and the mayhem that comes with it
is someone who can wake up in the morning and say my mind is healing my body is healing
and i am becoming stronger and stronger
by the minute
this is a true sign that we do recover and the only thing that can hold us back
is wether we choose to go back into
the game of russian roulette
alcohol or drugs
they are both weapons on life
always only a small effect but always lasting damage
the effect of life itself has always got to be greater
cuz life is never going to cancel itself out
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As I see it & live with, it’s simply a disease of the mind.
Your poetry is beautiful and ominous. There’s a chilling darkness to it - you capture the chilling danger of addiction perfectly 
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