The Point by Noah Gilbert

A barrel of hate’s only loaded with lies,
While The Point behind love holds a truth you can find,
When the pain of self-hatred is too much to hide ,
Then The Point will reveal why you’re hurting inside,

‘Cause The Point doesn’t see who you are underneath,
It just needs to be made, to be felt, to be seen,
So you try and escape when The Point wants to play,
But The Point pulls you back in it’s sinister games,

With a crash and a bang now you’re facing The Point,
But you can’t turn away or avoid its cruel voice,
Cause The Point still stays sharp as it taunts you with joy,
And the rush steals your breath while The Point steals your choice,

All intentions in vane, now reality strikes,
For the chance to be free at the price of your life,
Your identity fades between silence and noise,
If you waste your ONE shot, tell me “What was The Point?”
Written by whatisthecloud
Author's Note
A poem I wrote to inspire my girlfriend to abstain from using needles and all intravenous drug use. It worked.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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