Here I lay scarred up from the neglect I've taken myself though,
I'm weak and my whole life has been painful I don't know what to do.
How can I put these very chemicals into my flesh,
But when I'm high my mind is at rest.
When there is no more to enjoy I cry
I'm weaken off the effects my soul wants to die.
No one to call because I've ran all away from being a junky
Why can't I change and remove this addicted monkey.
Here I lay my life is going down the drain
Dear lord renew me change me because I'm so tired of riding this train
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Author:
Jessica sanders (
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- Published: October 25th, 2022 12:16
- Category: Unclassified
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