Poem -
Deep thoughts
Smoking crackΒ
Numb lips
Life is wack
I'm in a trip
Snorting pills
Bleeding nose
My life's not filled
My tears run like a hose
Shooting up meth
I feel free
I'm close to death
It's hard to see
Smoking weed
Blurry thoughts
I can't breathe
I've taken one too many shots
Walking home
I fall down
My soul is left to roam
I leave my body with a frown
My funeral is almost empty
Damn, I forgot the Molly
And the Hennessy
No one stopped me
No one helped me
I didn't help myself
No one loved me
I didn't love myself
My family weep
The skies are gray
My soul is left to creep
Don't worry, for tomorrow is a new day.
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Hi Madison, lovely sad write, addictions are one of the worst battles. Thanks for sharing. Warm regards.
I've never been a meth/crack head. But addictions are shit
Neither have I. I wrote this for my parents.
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Neither have I. I wrote this for my parents.