Drugs

Keyshariaa

Having money was something that I needed,

Popping these pills, 

taking these drugs,

Yea I need it.

As long as I had money I had the drugs,

That needed.

Help me fight the demons inside,

Yea I mean that.

Using the drugs helps me fight a lot of the pain away. 

So many memories I try to hide,

I try to fade away.

Taking the drugs passing out, 

Couldn’t feel no more. 

Inhaling these blunts, 

Til I go numb inside,

Couldn’t care no more

  • Author: Keyshariaa (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2022 15:40
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 19
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Comments1

  • fruityfemme420

    i really relate to this, beautiful

    • Keyshariaa

      Thank you🤍



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