
I've got cocaine in my beard snorting from my truck
Tennessee Mash wallowing on my breath
I'm so bloody high I just don't give a fuck
Keeping this train rolling could mean my death.
Snorting up again
Is always fucking with my brain
My nose is constantly dealing with the pain
Boring holes right through my nose
Scrambling around for my keys
I find myself on my knees
Blackout coming in full force
This is my way of remorse
Visions of a mortuary slab
Cause me to visit drug rehab.
Matt. Jan. 15th, 2019. 1:48PM.
I often write to heal my wounds of traumas of my past. Inspiration comes to me from my writing, and I would hope one person is able to benefit from this read to reassess their life goals. I willingly accept any gratuities to help fund my Reiki and Holistic training I will pursue. Thank you.
About the Creator
M.g.M
Writing is my creative tool to express emotional triggers and learn to adapt and excell my personal path of healing and linguistic wordsmithing. A lot of what I write does not always make it here. Most from now on will be here.




Comments (1)
That’s a powerful and raw piece of writing, Matt. Your words paint a vivid picture of the struggle with addiction, and it’s admirable that you use writing as a way to heal and inspire others. Acknowledging the need for change is a huge step, and seeking holistic healing is a great path forward. Wishing you strength and success on your journey. Stay strong! 💙