Nothing For Me Here

Nothing For Me Here

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Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Summary

This writing touches on a very sensitive subject.

Addiction.

Drug and Alcohol Abuse is a struggle that some may not know, but is and/or has been a factor in their lives. To do with themselves, family, friends ect.

I can say that it played a dark role in my life aswell. I have never and will never do drugs or abuse alcohol, but it also played a dark role in my surroundings.

So I took the courage, to write about what Drugs lead you to.
(I am the original writer of this poem.)

[Be a Cause, Say no.] Thank you.
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Summary

This writing touches on a very sensitive subject.

Addiction.

Drug and Alcohol Abuse is a struggle that some may not know, but is and/or has been a factor in their lives. To do with themselves, family, friends ect.

I can say that it played a dark role in my life aswell. I have never and will never do drugs or abuse alcohol, but it also played a dark role in my surroundings.

So I took the courage, to write about what Drugs lead you to.
(I am the original writer of this poem.)

[Be a Cause, Say no.] Thank you.

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Submitted: July 19, 2013

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Content

Submitted: July 19, 2013

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Irritated, emancipated.
When's the day I can say I made it?

The laws of anger, you can't state it.
I wish you knew how stupid fate is.

Shame and Hatred, the cold and undead,
I'm the predator but now I'm hunted.

I'm so tired of living in fear,
there's nothing for me here.
I've shedded all my tears,
throughout my foolish years.
All I need is help,
I'm rotting on this shelf.

My partner is the ash, my lover is the stash.

Screams and sorrow, no tomorrow.
Every day my heart you've borrowed.

Sick and Tired, of the liars.
Always end up in the fire.

If you're the drug then, I'm the buyer.
Use you up to take me higher.

I'm so tired of living in fear,
there's nothing for me here.
I've shedded all my tears,
throughout my foolish years.
All I need is help,
I'm rotting on this shelf.

My partner is the ash, my lover is the stash.

The Veins run crimson, on a mission.
Will never know what I am missing.

Crowds are crying, testifying.
The mist I call my soul is dying.

Family's hurting, yet they're learning.
Not to be a waste that's turning.

I'm so tired of living in fear,
there's nothing for me here.
I've shedded all my tears,
throughout my foolish years.
All I need is help,
I'm rotting on this shelf.

My partner is the ash, my lover is the stash.

Just one last hit,
I swear that's it.

Sink in the pit,
Sick of this shit.

Take me around,
hole in the ground.

I'm leaving town.
Lower me down.

There's nothing for me here.


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