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Ecstasy
[ Quick Note]: I am in no way referring to an actual person or myself, I do not do drugs nor am I interested in them. However, I speak of observational point of view. I am only speaking for drug awareness. Drug addiction, is what causes the problems in our daily lives because no one will step in and help those that are struggling with this addiction it is what killed many people recreational and/or medical. Say no to drugs.
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Colors are all I see,
What's in me is what's making me feel so good right now.
Just one pop of a pill and it can make it all go away.
I can't remember a word you say to me.
Day by day I just feel alive.
The smell of this white powder takes me away,
I lay there laughing at the shapes that float over me.
What happened last night?,
Why does my head hurt?,
Why is there dirt everywhere?,
And why is she just standing there in the corner?.
"Here, take this it'll make you feel better" they said
as they handed me another.
Swallow it down, feeling the big lump in my throat.
I wrote all over the walls as I'm screaming,
Believing I was going to die.
Sweating and scared as my hair gets thinner.
My chest is feeling tighter as I collapse and pass out as everything blacks out.
I wake up the next morning in my bed and who shared with me was a complete stranger.
He smiled and laughed as he stroked my hair and said " last night was incredible".
I don't remember being there.
It was like I felt nothing as if I was his something to play with.
Forget about it,
Just shoot it up your arm and feel it run in your blood.
Feel it run to your heart as it beats faster and faster.
Then it becomes slower as you close you are eyes,
As no one here's the cries only just silence.
Ecstasy, can be deadly.
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Colors are all I see,
What's in me is what's making me feel so good right now.
Just one pop of a pill and it can make it all go away.
I can't remember a word you say to me.
Day by day I just feel alive.
The smell of this white powder takes me away,
I lay there laughing at the shapes that float over me.
What happened last night?,
Why does my head hurt?,
Why is there dirt everywhere?,
And why is she just standing there in the corner?.
"Here, take this it'll make you feel better" they said
as they handed me another.
Swallow it down, feeling the big lump in my throat.
I wrote all over the walls as I'm screaming,
Believing I was going to die.
Sweating and scared as my hair gets thinner.
My chest is feeling tighter as I collapse and pass out as everything blacks out.
I wake up the next morning in my bed and who shared with me was a complete stranger.
He smiled and laughed as he stroked my hair and said " last night was incredible".
I don't remember being there.
It was like I felt nothing as if I was his something to play with.
Forget about it,
Just shoot it up your arm and feel it run in your blood.
Feel it run to your heart as it beats faster and faster.
Then it becomes slower as you close you are eyes,
As no one here's the cries only just silence.
Ecstasy, can be deadly.
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