Dope You Know?

Here I am no surprise, checked into rehab again
fucked around and thought the drugs were my one and only friend.
Yet they left me so empty and sicker as can be
clouded my judgement, made it impossible to see.
That this addiction wants me till I'm blue and dead
it will NEVER let me go, just like they always said.
Bag after bag I shoot, hit after hit after hit
to the point where I'm nodding like a zombie and can't stop smoking this fuckin shit.
Numbing the pain and all the feelings I hate
letting the drugs take me down continuously taking the poisonous bait.
Forgetting it only leads to more misery and pain
quicker than each time before I am no longer sane.
Now I'm doing things my younger self couldn't even imagine
putting myself through so much pain and suffering most couldn't begin to fathom.
But these drugs cloud my mind all I hear is, "use use use"
it fails to remind me of consequences and all the fuckin abuse.
The days blend together now three long months have passed me by
again, I'm brought to my knees, wishing to die.
Praying my addiction would do me in, once and for all
not thinking about my loved ones getting that life changing call
That the drugs finally took their daughter, sister, aunt, and friend
just another statistic, a sad cliche end.
But with the last of my strength, once more I climb out the abyss
I reach for a hand; all the other rescue boats I missed.
I'm so tired of all the ripping and all the running
I so badly want a life, one worth something.
The city of Kensington took everything from me, just about
a warzone so deadly, it chewed me up and spit me out.
But this time I'm ready for change and sobriety
ready to be a productive, positive member of society.
Here I am sitting in rehab, ready to start a new life simple as that may seem
I can finally live a life - one BEYOND my wildest dreams.
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