Me
By Gemini2012
Drugs are my,way out of life,Crack injected,without a fight,Weed smoked,hurts your soul,lieing here,all alone,Tears hit,the dirty floor,My mind just races,my heart can't sore,I hear my parents argue,And fight,There is no place,to run and hide,I feel like I haven't,Slept in days,But that is how,Zyne pays,I sometimes think,That its all my fault,If Only I can try to talk,What little snece I have left to them,Then maybe they could,pull me through,Unlike a friend,I called you. Written November 3rd, 2001 © on Nov 03 2001 08:55 AM PST, Melinda Hatfield 18 • 0 • 1
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"Drugs are my,way out of life,Crack injected,without a fight,Weed smoked,hurts your soul,lieing here,all alone,Tears hit,the dirty floor,My mind just races,my heart can't sore,I hear my parents argue,And fight,There is no place,to run and hide,I feel like I haven't,Slept in days,But that is how,Zyne pays,I sometimes think,That its all my fault,If Only I can try to talk,What little snece I have left to them,Then maybe they could,pull me through,Unlike a friend,I called you...."