Topic: Drug Addiction

Presence of Substance
Pure Extasy, through my system.. Ballistic blood pressure.. Dominates my every move..
Not a care in the world, Loud acustic music Expressing thoughts with nuthing to prove..
Im lost in a mood.. This sexed up state, Metaphoricaly like some Friendly Fore play..
Hypnotic in every way..Decaying my mind Tranced on a chemical called..M-D-M-A..
You could say.. Im relying on science.. Defyance to those who.. claim Im Suicidal..
But shit dude, if thats true.. Then fuck it, my shout for pills at my wake recital..
I dont care for life.. Tunnel vision releasing deamons from deep inside my mentals..
Forming stencils or guidelines to life, more deadly then Poisoning from lead pencils..
Its all good when im up.. Fucked off my guts n could care less what the rest thinks..
Emphasising my point or thesis.. I need this.....Minus Jaw locks and forced blinks..

Regret
Its unexplainable.. Depression fills my thoughts with questions relating to my Actions..
What happened? Im only seeing last night in captions....Cuz I only remember fractions..
Foreseeing aftermath re-actions.. Back and forth having dillusional hypotheticals..
Fear of rejection from close friends, Is it real? or just an Illusion... Misconceptual..
Pain is exceptional, how one ruined night can be so fucking destructive on reputations..
Im demonstating my ignorance because I got urges to pop again, n fuck the Stipulations..
I swear its honing me in.. Watching me spin as I fiend for another.. stimulated feeling..
Fuck quitting this shit.. Im stressed with no friends n the end of the week is nearing..
Whats my life become? Im hearing rumors thats humorous, People are naming me a junky..
This shit cant be true.. Then its hits me.. Im a jobless, drug fucked, highschool flunky..

Suicidal Depression
Fuck it, Im relying on this shit .. Still attemting to quit, jus Trying but im weak..
This addiction got me thinking of dying in my nightly routine of.. Crying in my sleep..
My opinion of life? Its worthless, only I know the pain, when nobody takes you serious..
If anybodys actually hearing this? Call 911, Im confused n my thought patterns delerious..
I got a knife in my right hand.. Dousing my life in ice to numb the pain of reality..
Ever seen the excorcist? Well check this, My life's metaphor is a.. valid Simmularity..
Im an imperfect person, addiction kills self esteem, Forgetting what teachers said to me..
Admittingly stupid, and now im suicidal.. Slicing the vein holding my life's integrity..
Who'll care when Im long gone? I got nuthin left but fake friends with other clients..
I used to have a life.. But it was lost, due to my rebelious image and sociatal defiance..