I have to say ... I don't know about the "real" aspect of this poem. I find that a lot of drug, alcohol, etc. poems are quite preachy and cliched because the poet hasn't experienced anything remotely like what they're writing about and no offense, but that comes through quite strongly here. It's very generic in that sense, there's not a lot of personality to this in terms of imagery, storyline and ending. It's sort of like the same old story. I don't know how you'd do an edit but I think condensing this, adding punctuation and being more specific would really help.

Midnight

very heartfelt. you've conveyed so much of the charcter's feeling that this seems very real. I'm so glad she left him in the end. great work.

konban wa

There were two instances that threw me off because you rhymed the lines, but - since you didn't do that anywhere else - it sounded a bit out of place:

"I found you where I knew you would be / Laying on the floor of the nearest shooting gallery"

-And-

"Or will it be death walking through that door [...] I don't know who you are anymore"

Also a couple of spelling mistakes ("is" instead of "it" and "waling" instead of "walking"), but those are easy enough to fix. I tend not to dwell on those.

I loved the first parenthesis: "(Maybe it isn't you)" ... The parenthesis add to it this feeling of fruitless hope so to speak. Besides for the couple of comments that I mentioned, this poem was absolutely amazing.

Off to read some more of your poetry!

Zaijen
-Shan-

fruitless hope

wow.
this is amazingly detailed and it is amazing, keep writing because ur definitly good at it.

Brian Ledger
(#13 on your list)
Ps. Please R&R Me