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No Longer In Denial
Fading quickly away right before our eyes-
Drowning in a life of pain hidden under my disguise-
This wasted life has become nothing but a blur-
Left now with only memories of who you once were-
Find yourself reminiscing back to the days that you were clean-
Now just find myself waiting for someone to intervene-
Slipping away from reality as the poison attacks-
Damaged arms hold evidence of affliction just follow the tracks-
In my painful solitude I watch my blood mix with sin-
Now fusing together as I draw back on the syringe-
My addiction pulls me further in as I pull the plunger back-
Emptiness running thru my veins, feelings are what I lack-
I used to be happy in life, always thought I'd come out on top-
Which is why I'm so confused and I question “why cant I just fucking stop?!"-
But now the drug has taken over, my life is gone, I have no control-
Nothing left to numb my pain, nothing strong enough to fill this hole-
So continue to act like my life is together but how long can we really pretend-
Have to face the truth and realize that I'm gone and this is the end-
Drowning in a life of pain hidden under my disguise-
This wasted life has become nothing but a blur-
Left now with only memories of who you once were-
Find yourself reminiscing back to the days that you were clean-
Now just find myself waiting for someone to intervene-
Slipping away from reality as the poison attacks-
Damaged arms hold evidence of affliction just follow the tracks-
In my painful solitude I watch my blood mix with sin-
Now fusing together as I draw back on the syringe-
My addiction pulls me further in as I pull the plunger back-
Emptiness running thru my veins, feelings are what I lack-
I used to be happy in life, always thought I'd come out on top-
Which is why I'm so confused and I question “why cant I just fucking stop?!"-
But now the drug has taken over, my life is gone, I have no control-
Nothing left to numb my pain, nothing strong enough to fill this hole-
So continue to act like my life is together but how long can we really pretend-
Have to face the truth and realize that I'm gone and this is the end-
Published 6th Sep 2011
| Edited 15th Sep 2011
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12th Sep 2011 2:34pm
25th Sep 2011 9:11pm
i have struggled with the needle longer than i care to admit,fighting to survive,a constant chase. hope all is well
22nd Jan 2012 11:00pm
with every addiction
we assume a backward position
be it crack heroin sex or food in the kitchen
& we refuse to listen
so we continue the desention
hopeless in efforts to find what is missing
so on the world we start to pissing
but it really falls back on us because addiction is the most painful invention....
we assume a backward position
be it crack heroin sex or food in the kitchen
& we refuse to listen
so we continue the desention
hopeless in efforts to find what is missing
so on the world we start to pissing
but it really falls back on us because addiction is the most painful invention....
