I wrote this poem about how I felt when I was using, (been 2 months), its original
Drop me some money please, Ill pay you back,
You give in cuz you love him, but he chooses smack,
You think u can help him, get his life back,
But time & time again, the victor is smack.
Im sorry Ill stop soon, I really mean it,
Youre used to the lies; hes so full of s***.
He thought hed control it, but formed a habit,
Give him another chance? Think hell grab it?
So many happy lives have been wasted
From the very 1st time they tasted
That warm feeling of floating away
That was years ago, but its the same today
I know I am an addict, but I want out,
Something keeps haunting me, making me doubt,
There is life after that thing called smack,
Please god help, I want my life back.
I want to have goals, ambitions and dreams,
Ive not had any since my early teens,
I want out, of this hell called life,
There seems only 1 way to end this strife
How many more years will this go on?
Until 1 day, Ill really be gone,
Please please dont give up on me,
Ill come good in the end, just you see.
Some thoughtful lyrics Jay
That was great. Your very creative.
That was great. Very creative.
thanks 4 sharing
My Webpagethat was just so so reall. too bad im in the gold cage but in hell
We should team up,where did you get your fans?creative..well,Pete.
