You say that these drugs don't love me,
but my family does.
But the drugs take the pain away,
An thats something they can't do.
You tell me that you love me,
But tell me do you really?
All you do is criticize my life choices,
An never try to help me.
Always saying that my vision is cloudy, but i see 20/20.
Tell me whats the point of living life, if we all die in the end.
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The Rose That Grew From Concrete
PoetryPoems I've wrote over the years From a young teenager to the adult I am today. Poems have always been my way to express how I'm feeling an what I'm going through, it's Me being vulnerable, laying it all out there. I always said "if I don't talk abo...
