Junkie

There’s a fire in my belly
It’s been burning for a while
It’s starting to hurt
I think it’s called denial
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I don’t have a problem
They take away my stress
I don’t want to quit
But maybe I could do less
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I’m starting to sneak around
Behind my families back
My mind is starting to wander
Getting off track
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Rehab is my second home
I can’t stay out too long
My family wants me to quit
I guess I’m not that strong
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My mother’s always crying
My daughter won’t say my name
My son doesn’t understand
And I am filled with shame
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My wife is angry
Yelling all the time
I guess I must admit
This was never fine
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I can’t undo
The mistakes I have made
I can’t ask for forgiveness
Just pray that they will fade
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I’m crying out for help
I hope it will come
If I am left alone
In darkness I will succumb
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I know the drugs will kill me
It’s a knife I have placed
I have nowhere to run
In this coffin I’m encased

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as a reader, I am moved by the power and honesty of this poem, flawlessly written, difficult subject....expression can open many doors, excellent work, poetÂ
This is really good