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Suffering Drugs

Poetic Depression

By Michael JaredPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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I stuck a needle in my arm today

They said it would take the pain away

Instead I feel worse than ever

I need to get my life together

Every day I wake up gasping for air

But finding my will to breathe is rare

Does this suffering ever stop?

It’s only a matter of time before I drop

I put that bottle up to my lips

They said that I took too many sips

I laid there passed out on the ground

I didn’t like the way my heart began to pound

I wish I could find a way out

Everything just makes me want to shout

Does this suffering ever stop?

It’s only a matter of time before I drop

I put my nose next to that white powder

They said it would make me prouder

My throat began to fill with fire

But it gave me energy I never would tire

The only thing it seemed to do

Was give me more time to be blue

Does this suffering ever stop?

It’s only a matter of time before I drop

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