I think I need to get my feet back on solid ground
For quite some time I've been on a cloud, I never thought I'd come down
I lived the fast life and never looked back
But eventually came to realize what my present life lacked
Lost everything and never gave a fuck
Why ever deal with life's problems when you can just do drugs
Altered my reality on an everyday basis
Living in a shot out fucked up oasis
Why stay home and get a good night's sleep
When you can be out and running the streets
You don't care who you hurt or what you lose
And after awhile you feel like you've lost the power to choose
And when the drugs stop working and the pain kicks in
Is when the worst days of your life begin
If I could go back I would but I can't
All I can do is search for a seed of hope to plant.
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Secret Poems I Wrote In My Room
PoetryThis is my story told in poetry, my thoughts, feelings, my truth, and what I go through in writing. The part of me only a few know about. My dreams and my expressions all in one.
