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Only Seventeen
It gets under my skin
To always see you giving in
It hurts like a dagger driving deeper into my heart
you should have known it would screw you up from the start
The one thing you only care about now is your stupid addiction
It is now running through your blood
Like a terrible toxic flood
As soon as you started this was my precise prediction
It must be the best feeling in the world to you
When that needle tears that whole in your skin
But there must be something I can do
I can't let the heroin win
Please I am begging on my knees
What about our family tree?
Can't you hear our pleads?
once again you are making be want to bleed
You should have know what it was going to do to you based on what to have seen
Please don't let this be the end of yor life
Your'e only seventeen
All I know now is, if you die, I'll end mine with this razor sharp knife
To always see you giving in
It hurts like a dagger driving deeper into my heart
you should have known it would screw you up from the start
The one thing you only care about now is your stupid addiction
It is now running through your blood
Like a terrible toxic flood
As soon as you started this was my precise prediction
It must be the best feeling in the world to you
When that needle tears that whole in your skin
But there must be something I can do
I can't let the heroin win
Please I am begging on my knees
What about our family tree?
Can't you hear our pleads?
once again you are making be want to bleed
You should have know what it was going to do to you based on what to have seen
Please don't let this be the end of yor life
Your'e only seventeen
All I know now is, if you die, I'll end mine with this razor sharp knife
Published 22nd Sep 2013
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22nd Sep 2013 11:26am
This poem is quite powerful and burst with emotions. I can feel the agony you feel in this poem. Excellent work :)
22nd Sep 2013 11:28am
22nd Sep 2013 11:30am
22nd Sep 2013 5:41pm
Very nice...powerful and filled with much emotion...the end gives a sting...i like this...
29th Sep 2013 11:56am
