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Ah.. Enough..
I can't take it anymore
I am so tired
Honestly
Every day the same
Find money
Score
Get high
Well not high
Just enough so you are not sick
Every morning, you wake up in pain
Every night, you fall asleep anxius
Every day that's about to come, you hope for a miracle
Every day you come and go
but
you are still here
dying a hundred times a night
yet still alive every morning....
I am so tired
Honestly
Every day the same
Find money
Score
Get high
Well not high
Just enough so you are not sick
Every morning, you wake up in pain
Every night, you fall asleep anxius
Every day that's about to come, you hope for a miracle
Every day you come and go
but
you are still here
dying a hundred times a night
yet still alive every morning....
Published 3rd Jan 2013
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10th Jan 2013 1:12pm
Good descriptive work and poignant about addiction which we are all touched by in one way or another.
5th Aug 2013 7:18pm
5th Aug 2013 7:35pm
Good honest write LaKu.
I know how the redundant, routine
cycle is.
It gets tiring.
Pan
I know how the redundant, routine
cycle is.
It gets tiring.
Pan
28th Sep 2014 1:10pm
Some time has passed since I wrote this poem, I fell of the wagon again, I started this vicious circle once more, I gave myself to drugs, I left myself free to die so I might be able to rest in peace finaly, but it didn't work this time either, it never works, it will never work. I will never truly be able to look myself in the mirror without thinking that I am a burden to everyone around me. Still alone, still on the streets, still my eyes are half shut, still both alive and dead...
