The end of my race
There’s nothing for me here
My life seems to just fade away
Laying on my bed with a needle in my hand
All my cares are taken away.
Does anyone care I’m slipping away?
As the seconds slip by I’m still fading away
I’m coming undone but no one can see
No one cared about how I felt.
The drugs always felt like my friends
But they only teased me in the end
Now I’m trapped
And lead astray by my “friends”
The drugs always ran my life
Like a race that I could never finish
To get to the end was my goal
Tonight I decided to end my race.
Only the world can see my body fully dropp to the floor
Limp, laying, lifeless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
woah woah woah before people start filling bad for me and stuff i should prolly clear up the fact that i wrote this about my oldest brother who died of over dosing on pain patches, I'm not addicted to anything or ever plan on being.