It started when I was young.
When my life was still full of fun.
I didn't care much of it.
I sat back,
Enjoying the trip.
After some time had passed,
I realized the feeling never last.
It put me back at start,
But added a battle,
A battle for the mind, soul and heart...
Once was unoticed,
Constant was a mental misfit.
But still,
I would do anything for the trip.
Stupidly I continued to add,
Fooling and manipulating my mind.
I grew attached,
I became a brat
And, for what?
Another pack of that.
Many times I tried to stop,
This stuff I had to drop..
It was killing me slowly,
But surely,
God, just make me stop.
My life became empty,
No friends stuck around.
I lost my normal life,
Let alone blood ran by using a knife.
Death became a topic, centered in my mind.
Stuck with my mind,
Chemicals of this kind.
It made me bind,
A result of true mankind.
Forgotten and left merely to unwind.
I told myself it doesn't end here.
I will battle it out with a strangers spear.
Strangely someone fell in love with,
This, here, creep.
One by one my lost arts returned,
Once again I believe it all turned.
The battle became worthy.
Life again looked positively.
Now just to kick this for surely.
I wonder still as I battle today,
Will she ever know what she may,
May have saved,
May have revived
A forgotten entity left out for prey.
She made whole.
Returned my soul.
Gave me fight,
Delivering my might.
At days my life became a delight.
So I hope this works,
It must show her my true desire,
To have her in my life forever.
To unite with me as one
One person
One movement
A joining under God's commandment.
So how did I end up here?
Writing from fallen to love,
Well its simple if you'd hear?
I'm inspired
By you
The one reading
My dear
A tribute and poem...
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