Treasure Island

Kendra Tyler

(04/01/1976 / portland, oregon)

Drugs


It never too late to start all over again
To love the people you caused the pain

I said it was this morning when you saw yer good friend
She only has a dollar left, until next Monday
Because she spent all on something to comfort her mind

We know you pop a lot of pills
But I've never touch anything that my spirit could kill
You know I've seen a lot of people walking around here
With tombstones in their eyes

But the pusher don't care if you live or if you die
You know the dealer; dealer is a man with enough pills on his hand
The pusher is a monster and god is an actual man
The dealer is saleing you a lot of sweet dreams

It's never too late to start all over again
To remember what loving the people you caused pain too
Never too late to push the pusher man aside to start over again

Submitted: Monday, July 30, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 31, 2012

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This poem is about my friend. Who got hooked on pills. I wrote this to her and gave it to her to make her open her eyes and take a look at herself. Because she was falling fast. Lost her husband and her kids because of this... She is know clean and sober (1 year) . Its been a hard road and hard lesson but I think she figured it.I watched my older brother do the same thing. He's been clean for 21 yrs

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