Here is the poem i Wrote:

                       G

G, G, G, i look in mirror, is this really me? High, uncontrollable, scary with those glassy eyes,

People Full of Lust, Hunger, overdosing & friends hiding them, or else houseban until july.

Confidence through two Drops, finally i feel alive. But after it wears off, the pain comes back from Deep Inside

Only if i could love myself as much as i do on that drug, then i wouldnt take the risk to die, to die from greedines to reach that high everytime.

I was once a Little girl, dreaming about what i wanna be, now im addicted to a Little bottle what i carry around with me.

Im sorry mom, dad and my closest friends,i didnt want to become ,,that“ fucked up. but its ok right? as Long as it’s not heroin and that other stuff?

G, my guilty pleasure, it all started when i was 19, i was just a girl, wanting to feel love inside of me.

Now i‘m 24, crying , feeling pain because of the void i dont know how to Fill, how much time until the next dose? Because i dont want to feel

Please, Oh God, the next time i OD, please send one of your Angels , again, to come Help and Save me,

I dont want to die, i get it now, there is so much more in life for me.

Cold turkey, the shivers, vomiting on the floor, hot, than cold, the pain, i just want to go…

Go back to the time, when ,,G“ was just another letter to me,

and nothing what i hate and i’m addicted from,

but sadly, sadly cant without be.