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Have you ever been home alone?
The lights all off, your fears full grown?
I feel this way all the time.
Is your mind blown?
Mine’s riddled with insecurity,
Life’s the water, I’m the impurity
I’m lonely and sick, there’s no cure for me
I look at you, and see such a happy life
I catch your gaze, and you see nothing but strife.
I find a solution, I reach for the knife
But my hands instead find a bottle of pills
I love the feeling, the pain that it kills
Suffering fades away, along with my mind
The bottle soon runs out, relief I can no longer find
My white friend is gone, but, new friends, I’ve found
Tiny little bugs, crawling all around.
I loved them for a while, but they would not leave
I scratched and clawed, but failed to achieve.
Under my skin? Maybe they were.
So I ripped some off, that would help, for sure.
A danger to myself, is what the doctors told me.
So they gave me new drugs, said these would control me.
I lost my white friend, and gained a white coat
But there’s still a sea of pain, I cannot stay afloat.
This poem, a kind anecdote,
A warning for you.
Drug abuse is one thing that you just should not do.

Comments (2 Comments)
- Afi_Kino - 04/19/2010
- Uh... Thank you so much for motivating this young 14 year old boy to continue to do the assignments that his teacher ASKS him to do. This isn't really my sort of thing, but it was the topic. Again, thanks for the motivation.
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- SilvertongueSagittarius - 04/19/2010
- I'm willing to bet you never did blow, dude. Given the emoness of this poem, you've never done more than tylenol, exept maybe when you snuck a bit of vodka from mommy's liquor cabinet when she was sleeping. Some of us get offended when little kids talk about addictions that some of us ACTUALLY went through. Oh, and the poem was lame
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