When someone has a pack
Everybody begs for one
Please just one they cry
Like homeless children
Begging to be fed
They feed themselves
With the substance
That makes the pain
Just a little more bearable
By day they fill their lungs with smoke
But by night
They still fill their eyes with tears
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My Gr8 Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems I have created about various aspects of my life including addiction, suicidal thoughts, self harm, family troubles, drugs, love, heartbreak, fear, loss, depression, and more. Feel free to skip to a part you feel you will be mor...
