RED hot veins to pump warm blood to flow through my body i remember the beatings this needle makes it go away i feel so high now these wings made out of drugs can take me away i feel the wind rush past me as i start to fall then i know i'm coming down so i go drink some alcohol i take one shot for thrist i take two shots for fun another to forget i take one more because i'm not drunk i can still hold on to the floor i pop a white pill for pain i pop one for the heat one i take for sadness the other makes me seem sweet i can't make the world stop spinning or keep the sun from going down but i can fill my red hot veins to keep me from being down
Reason for writing:
because although i'm only 17, i spent half my life walking around drugged up to forget the beatings i would get, thoes i still get, and what i was doing to myself.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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