A poem written with so much false happiness during a cocaine overdose a few months ago,
Glorious and white 
She is like snow
Lined up neat and straight 
She enters
Up the tunnel and into the body
There, she is transformed and powerful
She becomes one with me
Room spinning, Head throbbing, body numb 
Taking over my heart, mind, and soul
Until i lay in a sea of wonder
I am one with paradise
Euphoria, heaven is not so far from here. 
Alissabella Alissabella
22-25, F
2 Responses Dec 9, 2012

I had a cocaine problem when I was 18 and 19. Sold it, did more than I sold. Only sold it to be able to do it free. Luckily, despite what a horribly addicted person I had become and would continue to be for the better part of my 20's, I paid off my dealer and told him that I was done.. nervous as **** about telling him, being that he had taken me on a ride with him where he was going to kill someone who owed me 200 dollars. Two years later, I found out he was shot in the back of the head. That white **** (cause that's exactly what it is, ****) will steal your soul. It's corrosive. It will take everything you have and everything you love and will leave you lost, and then you'll be found dead. It's not attractive. It's not exciting. It's not cool. It's the devil in white powder form. And it will trap you in hell.

You're not alone. My experience with cocaine started 17 years ago. Still something I struggle with till this day. Overdose didn't stop me, hitting rock bottom didn't stop's a vicious circle that is neverending. Hope you beat it. Good luck.

i have to agree with you