does it feel like it is to much, to much for you to handle
took a wish upon a star or wished upon a candle
have you ever been down on your luck, has life made you feel blue
well worry no more cuz what i have in store is just the thing for you
just put aside your morals and all that youve been told
just put aside your dignity and the thought you will grow old
just let me take your hand and then let your mind be still
now just grab a glass of water and now take this magic pill
does this make it all feel small, are you starting to feel good
i forgot to tell you cant stop even if you wish you could
i know you hated everything and wished your life would end
just wait until this magic pill becomes your magic friend
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2024 22:16
- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is about opiod addiction. my father died of opiod addiction 2 years ago when i was 16. he grew up in the hoods of millwalkie his parents were never around for him. as he was the same for me. he was hurting and i know it. i wished i would have helped him before he died but i was only 16 and still living in a group home. even though i really never knew him it does not stop the pain or the love. i will always speak out against opiods and i will always try to spread awareness for this. and if you are reading this far all i have to say is tell your parents you love them because you never knoe when you will get to again.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Yep, such a sad yet true poem. But nothing to worry about. Death is your friend. Right?
It's not your friend but death is the only thing that make living mean anything
So true. well one of the things
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