What am I now
I’m a addict
I’m not sober
I’m losing my mind
Who am I kidding?
I’m drunk, high and I have no mind
Fallen, Broken, Pick a label
Itchy veins, Sick of this, Used to this
I thought he was density
Dead with the needle next to me
Overdose, twisted sheets,
Wake up in a house of whores
Pills, and pills and pills of shit.
Substances for illnesses
All consumed within my self.
Something worth letting go
Something else in my blood
Nothing left, to escape this reality
Help me from insanity
Nose bleeds,
Shitty weed
Nothing left
But junkie scares
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i cant possibly imagine what its like to put a needle in ya arm,.. i reckon it must feel good to start off with, but then you come off it and wish you'd never touched the shit? Right?
oh well
nicely written poem babes.
♥ Dani
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yeah pretty much, it fucks you up, very much numbing but realitly sets in very quickly when the hih is gone...
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