reflections
April 3rd, 2011 poem – 1 2 3

1 pill 2 pills 3 pills 4 sometimes 5 sometimes more.  U say i have no shame u cant even call me by my name.  It takes all i have just to make it thru oh it feels like hell just to get a visit from u.  The damage u do in those short minutes makes my life unbearable with u in it.  I wish for once u could just let me be free but instead u swing me from a noose hanging on the family tree.

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