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lost in his addiction
He sits alone in a his four walled box,
The only place he can trust his thoughts,
He finds the needle that will soothe his pain,
As he sits alone in his four walled box,
Tossing and turning he regrets so much,
Feeling the sorrow that's soon to subside,
As he sits alone in his four walled box,
His grief and pain are leaving for now,
He smiles and laughs as if it were never there,
As he leaves the safety of his four walled box,
Everyone stares at who hes become,
Begging in pleading him to end this now,
But he always finds his way back to his four walled box.
The only place he can trust his thoughts,
He finds the needle that will soothe his pain,
As he sits alone in his four walled box,
Tossing and turning he regrets so much,
Feeling the sorrow that's soon to subside,
As he sits alone in his four walled box,
His grief and pain are leaving for now,
He smiles and laughs as if it were never there,
As he leaves the safety of his four walled box,
Everyone stares at who hes become,
Begging in pleading him to end this now,
But he always finds his way back to his four walled box.
Published 7th Jan 2010
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8th Jan 2010 5:31am
...with the four walled box working like a charm to demistify why some choose drug abuse as their answer. A sad reality well conveyed.
11th Jan 2010 10:31pm
I dig this.. do you know someone addicted to drugs? I had a friend die last year from his addiction.. its a fucked up thing.. I understand it.. Ive done plenty of chemicals.. never completely hooked but I've gotten close.. its a devil world to be in..
yea my half brother is constantly overdosing an my father i never really got to no his beacuse of it sorry for ur loss
