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This drug, It's destroying me It's wrecking my life to the point where I can hardly breathe It's hard to stand It's hard to make it through the day Without this drug Its hold is getting stronger and stronger When I'm depressed, I run to it When I am weak, I cling to it. What does it do? It helps me for a second... for a minutes It helps me to forget the pain that I am in... momentarily. The doses are becoming larger the tolerance becoming stronger My body shakes for it Yearns for it Dreams about it This drug numbs the pain of my reality But this drug is causing more pain in my reality ....the little reality that I know.... Maybe I am being overly dramatic Maybe I just like to draw a show to myself But I think I am really trapped If I don't push this drug away, If I don't lay it down now, There may be no turning back With every ounce of my strength With the little will power left in my body I push this drug away I am not sure how I will make it through the day I am not sure how I will deal with my reality But I can't let this drug consume me any longer If I let it win, Only one thing can happen And that is death... I am not ready for that, Not yet Because there is still a small flicker of life stirring in my bones....
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
Drug
This drug, It's destroying me It's wrecking my life to the point where I can hardly breathe It's hard to stand It's hard to make it through the day Without this drug Its hold is getting stronger and stronger When I'm depressed, I run to it When I am weak, I cling to it. What does it do? It helps me for a second... for a minutes It helps me to forget the pain that I am in... momentarily. The doses are becoming larger the tolerance becoming stronger My body shakes for it Yearns for it Dreams about it This drug numbs the pain of my reality But this drug is causing more pain in my reality ....the little reality that I know.... Maybe I am being overly dramatic Maybe I just like to draw a show to myself But I think I am really trapped If I don't push this drug away, If I don't lay it down now, There may be no turning back With every ounce of my strength With the little will power left in my body I push this drug away I am not sure how I will make it through the day I am not sure how I will deal with my reality But I can't let this drug consume me any longer If I let it win, Only one thing can happen And that is death... I am not ready for that, Not yet Because there is still a small flicker of life stirring in my bones....
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
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