Jaded
Jaded by these fabricators of misguided illusions
Toxic intrusions have led me to nothing but mass confusion
Tears shed wiped away by the years I’ve tread
A surgeon’s incision couldn’t cut nearly as deep as my clouded decisions
Eyes burn into me like infrared beams
Windows into callous minds filled with nothing but devious schemes
Their objective is to tear me down and shatter my dreams
Point is why do I let them into my world?
Whatever happened to that naïve little girl?
She’s gone, dead, lost forever upon her soul these drug demons have fed
I have strayed so far from my original plan
Stooping so low as to sell myself out to any man
I have lost my dignity, my pride, my desire to live
I want to have it all back I just don’t know if I can
I need my spirit, my strength, my desire and drive
I just hope from this self created hell I can escape alive
I look ahead of me and see the light
I feel if I approached it, it would envelope me in this darkest of nights
No more do I want to struggle, resist or fight
All I really need is to just experience life
Embrace it and run with it, don’t pause for one last hit
Because this chance to live may be the last chance I get
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Thanks for the feedback and to a certain extent that girl has been discovered again, I'll probably never be naive again but that's part of growing, right? Anyway thanks for visiting my page and leaving the comments!
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so honest!
Beautifully honest and self aware,
I have 'similar struggles'
I felt moved by yur lines:
Whatever happened to that naïve little girl?
She’s gone, dead, lost forever upon her soul these drug demons have fed
Very real, a quality i admire,
best,
isabella
perhaps she can re-discovered, i don't know, your the poet.
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i really like the rhyming here. this poem is mad deep and i love the line " i need my spirit, my strength, my desire and drive/i just hope from this self vreated hell i can escape alive" very good
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