Stuck Read Count : 66

Category : Blogs

Sub Category : Miscellaneous

      I never wanted to be like this. Yet, I'm forever labeled as a failure to humanity; the scum of the earth; not worthy of the air that keeps me alive. According to society, I no longer borrow the air like everything else, I steal it. I am not allowed to be treated like a human being. I'm not even equal to a piece of trash on the ground. People don't purposely avert their eyes or pull their children away from a candy wrapper stuck to the ground. Ultimately, someone will stop to pick it up. Not me, however. There's no point in picking me up. I'll always find my way out of any recycle bin and back out on the street. And even if I do recover and change my ways, I will never escape the unrelenting stigma that comes with an addiction to heroin. 

       I'm always going to be stuck with my past. It follows me wherever I go. What started as a temporary escape from the world now has me living forever in a world with no escape from myself. Or, the irony. 

Comments

  • very intriguing. keep up the great work.

    Apr 16, 2019

  • wow

    Apr 16, 2019

  • AMAZING

    Apr 17, 2019

Log Out?

Are you sure you want to log out?