Hey girl, how ya doin?
I assumed you ain't been well
'Cause the word on the street from the guys that meet
Was you'd been enduring a livin' hell
Get on the pathways to recovery
With it you can be what you were born to be
With the pathways to recovery
You will see what life could be
What are you talkin' about recovery?
I was told there ain't no cure
And those I meet shun me in the street
Do ya know what's the real living hell?
©Emma Cumpson 2013
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Nearer the end of life than the beginning....
Left alone in a sad. Desolate place. Without friends. Deep within. A desert waits. Without love. Sadness. Creeps over a cold body. A stoned heart. Without hope. Slowly. Grossly. The anger starts.
I sat there. Screaming in my head.Till my head felt like it was ripping apart.Tears.They fell down my cold cheeks.I was begging.In my head.Idiot i thought.But why was a there.
I could be hip, I could be popular, I could be glamorous, I could be stylish, I could be part of the "in" crowd, I could be the life of the party, I could be cool, but I wouldn't be myself..
Hungry and alone, With no gift of sun, Chilled to the bone And here comes the drum. One, two, one, two, Soldiers come marching, Ready to shoot, All for a farthing.
I hold your hand and understand Catch your eye and see the why In that touch, in that look I recognise, I've lived that book.
Now this may seem loke something that a six year old would do but anywayz M ine O XOXO T ime H elps E xellent R acing.
Eyes of blue with crystal hue. Watching, waiting, hesitating. Will they . Won't they. Do they. Don't they. Searching, sighing, slowly dying.
My best friend has four legs, a wet nose and her own fur coat. She has a big heart, so warm, so loving and caring. She's been there for me no matter what. Who's this best friend. She's a dog.
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