Perr stress is my reality, One day at a time, it's not for me.
I'm a meth head, can't you see.
And I don't care, what you believe.
Where in my time, there is no hope.
Because to me, this world's a joke.
They can't hear, what I can see.
There is a joke-- is it on me?
But, people love me, for what I do.
Others hate me, your just the few.
Live their lives--Knowing who?
What you don't know, is nonthings true.
I'm a drug dealer, for crying out loud.
What'd ya expect , something proud.
Years ago , I gave up shame.
A needle in my arm , I have no pains.
Awh--leave me alone,I'm trying to die.
Oh Yah , right your gonna to cry.
All you want is that little high.
Believe me you can't fly.
Hey? one more thing, this ain't new.
Well, not to me--you god damm fool.
Now try to think, only the trueth.
Is the joke on me ?
NOPE, it's really on you.
9/ 2007 GAD
I've been sober now for a year , plus, Now.
That poem was written in a time I was trying to fined 'the end'. I'm glad I'm still alive.And lucky.
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