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Junkie.
Rosalia Fuentes Jun 2014
If only I knew the price I'd pay
Living the same cycle day by day
The blood in my veins would soon run cold
The spark in my heart would abandon my soul
The comfort of my skin would wear away
The color of my city would turn to gray
The blood in my head would drain from my nose
Spending dime after dime left me out in the cold
If only I knew that I just had to try
Doses became higher
And so did I
Till I finally screamed, threw myself on the floor
I punched
I kicked
Couldn't take it anymore
Dose after dose
I couldn't see from my eyes
I laid on my back and looked up at the sky
If only I knew it was all part of the ride
Just a bunch of ****** up kids
With bloodshot eyes
Chasing our drinks instead of the sun
Only God knows the battle I've won.
Very first poem.
Rosalia Fuentes Jul 2014
The ticking of the clock leaves me on edge
Another second wasted, trapped inside these bare walls
I am getting better, am I?

I no longer desire the rush in my veins
I desire, no, I crave fresh oxygen to the brain
I can't breathe, I can't breathe
These walls are closing in
This is the price I pay for the ultimate sin

I've fallen ill from my own sickness
My candle is burning at both ends
I never thought I would have to bring myself to this place again
But here I am now
And here you are not
I asked to to remember me, and you almost forgot
Scribbled in rehab.

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