Substance abuse ties me down to the deck,
It’s like there’s a knife being held to my neck,
I’m sat here looking at this bag of weed,
Should I smoke it or should I stay clean,
It stops me from being myself but still I smoke,
Passed around the circle so take a toke,
Is my life really this much of a joke,
I hope i can change my ways before I croak,
Regardless I always feel this way so I always loose,
Don’t give in to substance abuse
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Author:
Barry Paul (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My addiction pushes me into my cramped and confined space and it traps me In their along with all of my love, humour and personality. How I wish I wasn’t me.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Very good,I like how you say how it has effected you and with the ending message of don't do it.great job
Happy you enjoyed it, thankyou!
You've recognized the problem, you're one step closer!
I’ll make it one day
of course you will... if you ever need someone I'm only a message away
Straight and true but I love doing it too, it's never the drug but the addiction to the escape.
We just need balance and to not abuse it like you said.
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