Drugs and Liars on a Friday night

Drugs and Liars on a Friday night short poem

I waste away

with your drugs.

You tried to hold me

as I just gave up.

I cried last night.

You wiped my tears.

I still block you out

because of the fear.

The cracks in my soul

won’t be able to hold

the bullshit and lies

you will eventually have told.

We sat there in silence

as I tried so hard

to hurt myself because

of my damaged heart.

I’m so disappointed.

No one will ever see

how my mirror looks.

Still, they’ll hate me.

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of girl, Who's about to spread her wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Frankly speaking. Reality as spoken.

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@Alicia_Alicia one feels for the protagonist in this beautifully worded but short poem of yours..Hope to read more from you!

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