It wasn't until I was standing in front of her in the South Wing of that Medical Rehab Centre did I realize she is my hero. Clutching each other's hands, we cried and stared straight at one another, mumbling "I love you" from our frowning mouths. She wiped away my tears; I wiped away hers. She told me I'd changed her life; I told her she'd changed mine. She told me to never give up, to never doubt myself, to always keep going; I told her the same. Our hug was one that I wish could have lasted forever. Or at least made a miracle happen- I wish she could have the motivation to walk again, to laugh again, to smile again. This woman has taught me
Substance Abuse haunts me by MadTizzyFever, literature
Literature
Substance Abuse haunts me
Substance Abuse is something that has haunted me my entire life, but to me, I took it to be a sign of what to do.
One of my first involvements with an Substance Abuse problem was when I saw my mother, intoxicated to the point of sheer incoherence, wrestling her friend as he pulled her out the door and drove her to the Detox Center. I was about eleven years old, hiding under the kitchen table, as she yelled: "This is all your fault. I hate you!" repeatedly before she was hauled off. Next time we met up was the Cafeteria at the Detox Center when my family came to visit. My mother asked if we wanted chips. Simple enough, right? I did not know i
We lay in our beds, with our arms propping up our heads. We are wrapped tight in our cocoons. My cocoon's first layer is wrapped thick with love from a boy I never loved back, and the rest are piled atop, like pages of a book. My sister's is thin yes, but each layer holds a specific memory of a time in her life. We do not shiver; instead we shake and quake in anger and realization of all the things we never knew. Perhaps if we had pieced this all together at a sooner date, we wouldn't be in this state, but we do not and thus we are so.
We cry the same tears. Tears of resentment, tears of shame, and, on occasion, tears of laughter. From our m
It wasn't until I was standing in front of her in the South Wing of that Medical Rehab Centre did I realize she is my hero. Clutching each other's hands, we cried and stared straight at one another, mumbling "I love you" from our frowning mouths. She wiped away my tears; I wiped away hers. She told me I'd changed her life; I told her she'd changed mine. She told me to never give up, to never doubt myself, to always keep going; I told her the same. Our hug was one that I wish could have lasted forever. Or at least made a miracle happen- I wish she could have the motivation to walk again, to laugh again, to smile again. This woman has taught me
Substance Abuse haunts me by MadTizzyFever, literature
Literature
Substance Abuse haunts me
Substance Abuse is something that has haunted me my entire life, but to me, I took it to be a sign of what to do.
One of my first involvements with an Substance Abuse problem was when I saw my mother, intoxicated to the point of sheer incoherence, wrestling her friend as he pulled her out the door and drove her to the Detox Center. I was about eleven years old, hiding under the kitchen table, as she yelled: "This is all your fault. I hate you!" repeatedly before she was hauled off. Next time we met up was the Cafeteria at the Detox Center when my family came to visit. My mother asked if we wanted chips. Simple enough, right? I did not know i
We lay in our beds, with our arms propping up our heads. We are wrapped tight in our cocoons. My cocoon's first layer is wrapped thick with love from a boy I never loved back, and the rest are piled atop, like pages of a book. My sister's is thin yes, but each layer holds a specific memory of a time in her life. We do not shiver; instead we shake and quake in anger and realization of all the things we never knew. Perhaps if we had pieced this all together at a sooner date, we wouldn't be in this state, but we do not and thus we are so.
We cry the same tears. Tears of resentment, tears of shame, and, on occasion, tears of laughter. From our m
I'm so tired
I want to curl up in your dreams
And go to sleep
I want to tell you a secret
That I know you can't keep
There is
No respect
This is not
What you'd expect
I am just
One more suspect
In a long line
And this is not
Just another
Just some other
"Goodbye".
Some day they will
Crunch the colors into numbers
Because it isn't paint and it's
Not for you
Can't count on anyone
But I count on everyone
Because it's all that I can do
I'm trying not to lean on you
But I need someone to lean on
And I think you'd do
I want you to care
But I know it's a dangerous game
And I know you
Never agreed to play
Because the rul
Angel on high
Do you watch me today?
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry it had to be this way
This isn't what you wanted
No matter what you say
All this speculation
Accusations hurled at those you love
Are you watching
Are you crying
Are you there
Up above?
What really happened?
Give us a sign
We're trying to find it
But there's a thin line
Between speculation
Investigation
And accusation
And we're trying to balance upon it
Do you want us to seek further?
Or simply to remain?
Should we seek out your story
Or would that be in vain?
So many people
Love you so
You broke their hearts
Did you have to go?
And did you know
T
Cruising down that old country road. I had just dropped off a friend at her house, and was now going home. We had just been at speech. I had some rock song blaring on the radio. I wasnt watching the road. Not really. I was more concerned about the tears running down my face, and the sobs and screams tearing at my throat. I wasnt crying for my friend. We had been joking just a few moments earlier. I wasnt crying because I got 6th at speech. 6th at Conference was something to be proud of. I wasnt crying because the girl who got first shouldnt have placed. In fact I had been crying
Someone just gave me a light;
This just made me want to wright.
From dawn to the dusk;
I filled my room with musk.
Trying so hard to make it perfect;
It was just another defect.
Another one down the drain;
This just creates me much pain.
Looking like a gruesome sculpture;
It only serves a dead culture.
Although dead,
Their spirits could not dread,
Where the light is located.
The beautiful spot that someone allocated,
Put awe to the deceased populate.
Although I may be late,
And my skills unpracticed,
Rusty, and diseased,
Will still look nice under that light.
It wasn't until I was standing in front of her in the South Wing of that Medical Rehab Centre did I realize she is my hero. Clutching each other's hands, we cried and stared straight at one another, mumbling "I love you" from our frowning mouths. She wiped away my tears; I wiped away hers. She told me I'd changed her life; I told her she'd changed mine. She told me to never give up, to never doubt myself, to always keep going; I told her the same. Our hug was one that I wish could have lasted forever. Or at least made a miracle happen- I wish she could have the motivation to walk again, to laugh again, to smile again. This woman has taught me