My money's gone My arms are scarred why does life have to be so hard? Thoughts of depression I've tried suicide there's always a lesson There's nowhere to hide Uncontrolled feelings not a single friend Drugs rule my life these cravings won't end People die in front of me I live on the streets prostitute for money no shoes on my feet My high's almost over It was to short I sold all my possessions there's nothing left to snort Damn the man that got me started He knew I would get hooked When he had my money and life The fucking bastard booked Too many needles Too many pills Too many lives Not enough thrills
Reason for writing:
Don't start doing drugs. You'll never stop
Birth sign: Aquarius
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