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Alone and isolated inside my head, I begin to wish that I was dead.
Fuck this life. I feel like I've already done this twice while overpaying the price. Well isn't this nice...
I am in a room
alone
Full of friends here to help
me
As they move place to place, I
remain
succombed to any new help or
change
Because the small white ovals are already working to
This poem is directed towards my eldest brother... who has been on a heavy drug addiction for the past year. He has a 5 year old son who he barely sees and has got himself in a lot of trouble with the law.
Hour Glass of Tracks
"Ayo Cuz Scrap These Drugs!"
I Dont Play That.
I Think Not While I Wear My Thinking Cap
"Stop Playing Cuz Take These Drugs,Roll em Up And Catch A Buzz"
That Was My Man
I Showed Him I Can Stand Up For Myself
My tender body—anguished and ailing—
Fighting drug addiction
Is stuck in a dreaded destination,
A place where people lose themselves,
Where yearnings go unanswered.
I'm the man in the sky
I watch you with my hazy eyes
Take my hand I'll set you free
Step into my reality
Here there ain't a ceilin' with walls
How did I get here? This isn't who I am. I've lost every God damn moral even ones I didn't have.
Like a puppet with ripped strings I hang limp from a tree that is rooted in bad seeds. I have no direction and no recollection of anything but the present. Everything else is blocked out and I always want to shout.
Pools of blood
encroach the den,
the mother whimpers
when she realizes her son is near-dead.
Lifeless, pale, motionless on the floor,
in his own waste, crumpled to the core.
Needles of misery
I am not
a junkie, a dead beat, a loser
I am not
a pot head, a lush, a crack head, or pill popper
I am not
a boozer, a drunk, a tweeker, a bum
Backround: The girl’s family has had a lot of problems. Still trying to find her way, she has to deal with her family’s problems and mistakes daily.
Is it because me and my gurl dropped out
Our sophmore year of high school, for
becoming 16 yr. parents?
Was it us taking that risk?
Or was it life we decided to miss?
My images were distorted,
a played out fiction book of torn pages and darken memories.
A scripture that I will never forget,
