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Meth, you dirty homewrecking whore.
Meth, you dirty homewrecking whore.
Needle in your arm, stabs me in the back.
You held him far too long.
Motherfuker, I want him back.
So you hide, him from view.
You fill him full of lies.
Now, he depends on you.
And scumbags replace his allies.
You hold on like a vice.
But know this.... I never quit.
And you will never suffice.
I'm bound forever, you're shit.
Every second I am plotting.
How to get him free.
He'll forget the spoon and cotton.
Fuck you! He belongs to me.
ARM
2020
Needle in your arm, stabs me in the back.
You held him far too long.
Motherfuker, I want him back.
So you hide, him from view.
You fill him full of lies.
Now, he depends on you.
And scumbags replace his allies.
You hold on like a vice.
But know this.... I never quit.
And you will never suffice.
I'm bound forever, you're shit.
Every second I am plotting.
How to get him free.
He'll forget the spoon and cotton.
Fuck you! He belongs to me.
ARM
2020
Published 12th Jun 2021
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12th Jun 2021 9:35am
Fight the fight. When no one else fights. He can't survive otherwise. Be the angel of light in the face of death. Bravo
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31st Dec 2022 7:50am
I've never done meth but I know what it's like to be in the throes of addiction. This poem perfectly captures the anger, frustration and despair of being an addict or watching somebody succumb to a drug's horrible power. Well done.
Mundus
Mundus
27th Feb 2024 11:51pm
Powerful write, fighting for those you love. Hope everything is going well.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing.
