I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ~Jack Kerouac

by khristin ann Thursday, October 06, 2005 at 1:44 PM

I Think

The days are blurring together

Every day is like the one before,

only darker

I came out here to think

Yet my mind cannot concentrate

I have to struggle to find happiness

My happiness comes to me

as soon as I place the needle into my skin

I have lost myself

I have lost everything I had

I have lost my feelings,

my thoughts, my emotions

I came out here to think

Yet my mind has stopped functioning

I am nothing now

A lifeless body

with a hungry addiction

a desire for more

I came out here to think

Yet there is only one word running through my head –


I wish I have never picked up the needle

I wish I was strong enough to ask for help

I wish I could stop

I wish it wasn’t too late

I wish I could turn my life around

I came out here to think

Yet what do I have to think about?

Anonymous Anonymous said...

did you write that poem?  


Blogger kristin ann said...

I sure did. Although I technically reprinted the picture without permission. Please don't sue me.  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

what is the poem about?  


Blogger kristin ann said...

What do you think it's about?  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

at face value it seems like its about addiction. the needle part obviously makes it lean towards certain drugs. but im also thinking it could be a metaphor for something else. maybe its not a needle...but drinking? im not sure  


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