Oh the things I'd give for one more high.
Oh the things I gave for one more high...
I gave my body to nameless men.
I sold everything I owned...
And even things I didn't...
I sold my soul to the devil;
Cocaine.
Sure,
There were some good times...
But when it was gone,
Everything went with it.
My happiness,
My sanity,
My money,
My friends,
My family,
Absolutely everything...
I should hate it,
But I still love it.
When no one could love me,
Cocaine did.
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The Intimacy Of Being Understood
PoetryAn intimate look into the darkest depths of my life. These poems are the embodiment of trials and tribulations of growing up in today's society. I hope these stories bring hope to those who have lived through similar situations and tragedies. Always...
