In a day of an addict this is how we live
We don't have much just our story to give
In this life as an addict we want to change
but we never do which seems so strange
Through the eyes of an addict you will see pain
One who has no family with nothing to gain
In the family of an addict we are alone
None there to talk to, No-one to phone
In the body of an addict we are very weak
No strength nor wisdom for us all to seek
In the head of an addict you could not stand
These crazy thoughts because our sanity has ran
In the chest of an addict you will not find much
maybe a small heart that needs a comforting touch
In the heart of an addict you will not seek love
You will find pain and hatred and our heart that's stubbed
On the arms of an addict you'll see our scars
our bumps and scabs that are the size of cars
In the home of an addict it gets very cold,
No heat or possessions, cause everything's sold
In the pocket of an addict you might find fuzz
lint maybe a cotton we saved for a buzz
In the rush of an addict we are complete
No need for anything as we fall asleep
In the dreams of an addict we are completely normal
no more pain hate nor fear that felt so horrible
In these veins of an addict its the same as yours
Blood still runs through , just ours are filled with sores
In these eyes of us addicts we may not be bad
But please don't give up on us, for you are all we have
Where did you get that from Paul?
Is that yours?
I like it very much......alot.....if you wrote that you'd best take more time for your art......very good......stop being a wanker, and keep writing.
You have no idea how that sounds to us in the states...like a wanker.....we don't say that......so it's sort of funny, and crude at the same time.
Keep writing or coppying or whatever.....good stuff...hope you are O.K.
Is that yours?
I like it very much......alot.....if you wrote that you'd best take more time for your art......very good......stop being a wanker, and keep writing.
You have no idea how that sounds to us in the states...like a wanker.....we don't say that......so it's sort of funny, and crude at the same time.
Keep writing or coppying or whatever.....good stuff...hope you are O.K.
thanks,im doing ok,still no sleep,been up 2 days now...feeling very weak..had a bag of crisps today,i cant eat,drinking the water tho.
Very nice poem Paul, as is the other one you posted.
Not sure if you write them as you never gave Bryn a clear answer, but the words are perfect, if yours keep writing...
Take care of you and don't for a minute think to give up on yourself.
Love,
Tina
Not sure if you write them as you never gave Bryn a clear answer, but the words are perfect, if yours keep writing...
Take care of you and don't for a minute think to give up on yourself.
Love,
Tina
Paul
First i'd like to say that that was verry good writing. It seems to me that the most talented people i have ever known are addicts and it's so sad because the gifts my friends have wasted it just dosnt seem right. Ya know? Keep it up! Take care -Mia
First i'd like to say that that was verry good writing. It seems to me that the most talented people i have ever known are addicts and it's so sad because the gifts my friends have wasted it just dosnt seem right. Ya know? Keep it up! Take care -Mia
