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May 2014 · 1.1k
Untitled
Sarah Procak May 2014
Some people,
have a beautiful way with words.
May 2014 · 2.3k
Backstabber
Sarah Procak May 2014
I never knew what it was like
To feel so ******* betrayed
Until I met you

All my secrets,
All your lies
Flooded to the surface
The day you turned your back on me

You are the reason
I do not trust
May 2014 · 5.0k
Naked
Sarah Procak May 2014
He asks me ‘what’s wrong’
And I was almost stupid enough
To let him in & tell him everything
But I know he does not give a ****
Because he only notices me when I'm naked
May 2014 · 1.1k
My Girl
Sarah Procak May 2014
I feel so **** guilty  
Because I love Mary Jane
She makes me feel so high
She takes away the pain

She is not a drug
She is considered my friend
She’s always been there for me
She’s here until the end

I will continue to get high
Because I love the way she feels
She makes me feel so different
She makes me feel so real

So thank you Mary Jane
For always being here
You’re my girl forever
Please, never disappear
May 2014 · 346
Every Day
Sarah Procak May 2014
I wake up & I smoke
It gets dark & I drink
I lay by myself & I cry
& I hate myself more and more each day
May 2014 · 385
Needle over Me
Sarah Procak May 2014
He is different
And it hurts me to say
That he’s not the same anymore
It’s like he’s gone away

His eyes are bloodshot,
And his wrists are cut
He’s like a walking zombie
And he doesn’t say much

I try to get him to talk
To let me know how he feels
But he always shuts me out
This pain is just too real

He doesn’t want to live
But he doesn’t want to die
He likes the hell he lives in
And I don’t know why

He loves the needle
And the pain that comes with it
I’ll never understand
The pieces just don’t fit

What happened to him?
The loving boy he used to be
Dope is his life now
He doesn’t notice me

It’s time I move on
Cause I can’t watch him die
I cannot fight this for him
Lord knows I’ve tried

I wish him well
And I hope he recovers
Because no matter what
You’ll always be my brother.
May 2014 · 363
My Life
Sarah Procak May 2014
I sit here in a room full of students
And I talk to no one
I feel as if everybody looks right through me
I sit here drowning in my depression
And the students look at me
As if I were going crazy
I’m not blaming them
I feel as if I’ve lost myself
No one tries to come to my rescue
But why would they?
I’m too far gone

— The End —