The tears stream freely
Down my puffy face.
The need to take another hit
Is still there.
But,
Do you know what's not there?
God.
The God I prayed to every night
In every time of despair,
The God whose hits I took,
The God that turned his back on me
Just like everyone else did
[including me]
And the only thing
That has always, always, always
Been there for me is
The freedom and relief I feel
When I take another hit.
And so I do.
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Poems and Writings for the Young Souls
Thơ caJust some things I've been writing this year that I've only shown to my best friend but she believes are good. Hope you like it. Update: I kept on writing poems in the past 4 or 5 years but not as much as I used to, mainly because I would write them...
