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The Look
Contributed by
emonie_williams
on
Monday, 25th June 2018 @ 12:33:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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I saw the look on your face
When i first put a needle to my vein
disappointment disgrace
didn/'/t give a /*****/ told you to stay in your place
my mind was clouded
emotions gone numb
letting it be known addiction had won
i wasnt alive anymore
the real me barely living behind a /*****/ i come to adore
I was crying my heart out but it was as if no one could see
This woman had taken over my body
Every intention on killing me
endless sleepless nights
i was loosing this fight
taking me over physically i was needing her every night
Skin crawling and my body aching
I couldn/'/t help to beg her to take over more
She kept me locked in a mental chamber no light to find a door
loosing all hope as my faith begins to fade
my family being replaced and my kids taken away
everyone started to turn their backs
no one would look my way
she was taking over who is she you ask
her real name is Heroin
I know her as black
she tricked me to believe she was everything i would need
she planted a seed that took root inside me
thru the darkness she kept the light the seed would need
my life a single rose in her field of weeds
only dentine to strangle the life of a different breed
knowing it was only a matter of time these roots would succeed
memories of my family slowly drift away
hearing there screams sounding like whispers
almost impossible to hear what they say
pleading for me to stop crying for me to come back
asking how could i possibly give up on life-like that
telling me it will get better but i have to take that chance
something told me if i didn/'/t take hed
i would be forever done and i knew they needed me
pulling strength out of nowhere i tore up those roots
found a door underneath them i walked right thru
looked her dead in the eyes as i knew i was facing death
this time i was serious i was taking my life back
she gave up when she realized i refused to give in
yet still on her face shes kept the most chilling deathly grin
she spoke with an evil tone that next time she will win
I turned my back to her i knew how strong i could be now
forever more i speak this vow
i make a promise to my family and kids
I refuse to ever see that look
when i put a needle to my skin
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Re: The Look
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by softerware on
Monday, 25th June 2018 @ 04:31:30 PM AEST
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Once we are addicts, we are always addicted and must avoid everything attached to the subject of our desire. It is hard to create a new life; but the alternative is fatal. Friends a family are by standers. No one can do it for you, and the message within your write is to take responsibility and make a plan.
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Re: The Look
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 29th June 2018 @ 10:17:28 AM AEST
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I/'/ve never been addicted to anything other than writing poetry I guess.
However, I can appreciate the way it takes over your entire being with something like drug addiction.Must be like trying to climb out of a hole with slippery sides, not easy.
Thanks for the insight.
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