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The Other Side of Life.
Contributed by
Damian
on
Thursday, 15th December 2011 @ 03:11:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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I used to have a family
I was just like you
But that was a long time ago
Before the drugs
The alcohol
The crime
Now im just a street thug looking to start over
My brother was convicted
Age of just 19
Now his on the inside
25 to life
Man, I wish I could just see his face
Its so easy to make mistakes
When youre young and caught in the moment
Now who do I turn to?
These boys may be bad
They fight and steal
But wouldnt you steal?
If it was to keep your family alive
No matter what, I know they got me
So many lost souls
My eyes once shone with life
The drugs took that life
The drugs take every life
The bugs come crawling under my skin
Even as these words form under my fingertips
Its so hard to keep going
When there is nothing to keep going for
I see my mothers face in my dreams
She is so broken
One boy in prison, the other drugged up
She lost everything she ever had
Struggling to make ends meet after dad left
What a man
A man who helps create a mess then runs off
You are no man to me
I once knew this girl
She was beautiful
We were both young and fresh
One night she told me
Of her dad
Another man
Her dad had hit her, struck her
Knocked her down and left her there
My innocence was lost after this story,
I took her home,
She was barely 14
Lost and moving on, she turned to drugs
The one getaway
But the getaway caught up to her one night
A deathly quiet night
Penetrated by the ringing phone
A story of a dad killing a wife,
A mum
Her mum
The way her body went limp as it hung
It was far from majestic
The good die young
The evil kill the good
The innocent are left die
The low I felt after she died
It was dark
The boys you know as criminals
The drug addicts that mean ***** to you
They picked me up as one of them
They helped me through
You see youre lucky
You have nothing to lose
You have people that love you
Homes to go to
School seems the hardest to you
You got it so bad
But tell me;
Have you ever not had a place to sleep?
Have you ever had no food to eat?
Have you ever been hated and hunted?
Do not judge those you do not know of
A son that now sits on the street
Was once a child, in his mothers arms
I want help more than anything
Not your sympathy
I want someone to pick me up
Dont ignore me
just because im not as good as you
I still feel what you feel
I still see what you see
Help me, help the lost
Be the wind, and blow in my favour
All of us,
All the forgotten or too far gone
We all just want to be saved
So save us
I lay in bed every night
Wishing that drugs were non-existent
Do not waste your life
Just like I did
No matter the question,
Drugs was never the answer
This is another side of life
Copyright ©
Damian
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2011-12-15 03:11:10]
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Re: The Other Side of Life.
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by aliopterix on
Thursday, 15th December 2011 @ 05:08:29 AM AEST
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| An absolute tour de force. I have been dry for four months now and my life is just turning round - am starting as a drug and alcohol counsellor next year. Amazing words, I truly relate. Astonishing read, thank you, Aliopterix. |
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Re: The Other Side of Life.
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by gypsymaddness on
Friday, 16th December 2011 @ 12:58:33 PM AEST
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| You're story is amazing. My whole family in my father's side is addicted to drugs, and alcohol. I see the way they try to live, under judgement, and the sneers on the faces of stranger's who just don't know better. Even my family judge themselves. Thank you for telling everyone that people under addiction, are just lost, and want to be...alive again. You really touched me, for it makes me think of my family, who i love,even if they get me mad. You're amazing, and thank you again. |
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