The devil played with my life,
And played with my soul
I became a junkie,
Sex, drugs, and rock n roll,
The devil tore up my heart,
And and gave my lust,
Flirting was a virtue,
And parties a must.
The devil crucified my morals,
And gave me some pills,
Said "theres a way through life,
Without climbing all the hills."
The devil told me hard was good,
So I did the meth and coke,
While life was slowing fading,
Behind the cloud of smoke.
Super skinny was the normal,
This life kept you feeling good,
I spent my days and nights,
Hanging in the hood.
The devil finally left me,
He had no more to show,
So I was stuck in limbo,
And feeling kind of low.
I wanted to get higher,
Wanted something new.
But I was so sick of life,
and sick of being Sue.
Then I remembered vaguely,
An image from my past,
A girl wearing a smile,
without the druggie mask.
I wanted back that freedom,
A life without these drugs.
I wanted to finally leave,
My "family" of street thugs.
So I struggled through withdrawing,
Struggled through mood swings.
I felt so sick and dieing,
But knew I was growing wings.
So here I am recovering,
Trying to leave my past.
Trying to get higher,
from living life at last.
A contest entry
- Another Anything At All Contest by Poetic Rage.
375 points, ended August 15, 2007, 135 entries
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This is a very heartfelt poem and I feel , not special, but i guess lucky enough to have read this. Many people deal with drug addictions and sometimes it's hard to pull yourself away from that.
i hope you get better [and i hope i never get that addicted]
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AWESOME !
This is such a great poem
It is very honest and rhymes and flows perfectly. I hope you win the battle with your addiction. Life is too precious to abuse. Great job and all the best in this contest and in life also 
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u went all out, good job. kick butt poem. u did a good job with the ryhming. ily hope get head outta past like u said.
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you just looked in the mirror of your soul ... you could compair very well between the right ..and the worse ... you put your finger on the right pain .... you felt bit much more ... at least you wake up again .. ....i'm proud of you that you know where are you stepping now ... forget the past ...be as you are now ...w eare all proud of you ... your poem is full of amazing metaphores ... i don't realy know which is the best part ... but i like :
" The devil crucified my morals,
And gave me some pills,
Said "theres a way through life,
Without climbing all the hills."
you are a great writer ... i'm bowing infront of your words .. a kiss on your hand for recpect ... and plz keep enjoying us .. you diserve the best ..
with all love sister ..... yours ABdul
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wow u are a very talented author wow another great poem. so sad but very well written
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my older sister has a bumper sticker that says sex drugs and rock n' roll. You should listen too myrah and ween if u havent already, some songs from myrah are really good and it pauses your mood cultivating a new one. Thats good that you pointed out you are changing how things used to be
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beautiful poem
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