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Not much point in writing about myself seen as how that's what my blog will be about but heres some background information: I'm blunt & direct and some people can't handle it. I don't sugar coat. Too many people around me have died or had awful things happen to them and so I've become somewhat immune to shock and sometimes seem cold towards others. I've had too much pain in my life to go out of my way to affect or hurt others. Life is too short and I don't ever want people to hurt or be scarred the way I have been. Life is better now than it has been in a long time and I think I'm finally learning to love, trust and live again.

Friday, 20 March 2015

An emotional dumping ground

I wrote this in 2009 when I was at one of the lowest points of my life. 
Whilst going through my old facebook crap earlier, I found it in "notes". 
I'm so pleased I'm not that person anymore who feels these things. 
It's not the most accurately written poem in the world, more of an articulate dumping ground. Nonetheless, read it or don't. :)

addiction 
He was the only reason i was so long clean,
without him around i've no incentive to be,
i thought i was made better quick,
now i see he was holding me back from my favourite kick,
attraction so strong i just couldn't stop,
every day and night was another quest for sort,
another thrill,
new day, same drill,
too much wasn't enough,
more always got tough,
my worst enemy and best friend,
loved and loathed with each mind bend,
satisfaction so strong,
urge to hold on put me where i didn't belong,
i lost everything i knew
but didn't care cuz i had you,
my light at the end of the tunnel
was white as my mind was turmoil,
i loved you but you controlled me,
too much but i couldn't see,
you'd blinded me,
just how you wanted me to be,
a shell of my former self,
getting left behind, dusty on the shelf,
i had to walk away from you,
it hurt but was something i had to do,
life was so dark,
i told anyone who'd ask,
so i ran and whilst away,
i found myself again, i realised i was alive and didn't have to stay,
now life is so bright,
i'd forgotten what it was like,
i don't miss your empty fun,
the loss i felt and the rising sun,
with you i now am finally done.

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