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Fingers gripped around my throat Slowly choking me of breath My own addiction, to me it is: Suicide; a painful death Good days, I peel back one finger Loosen the hold she has on me Bad days, the...
Opuss... I think you're a insomniac. It would appear to me you're most active at night. True to your cat roots... And we, your little mice play things.
I use to do pills. I use to smoke weed. It turned me nasty. Full of anger and greed. I use to drink beer. More than you'd think. No matter how many. I still wouldn't sink. I use to pinch cars.
My body aches, Battered and bruised From the good times we had And what we used; Alcohol and food And simple fun Playing games With you And our son.
He rolls back over to his glass of vodka, As if worried that it'd gone away. Take a sip, feeling it bite back. It chases the thoughts and makes them play. Oh sure it can make him happy...
I went to the bar. To get me a drink. It wasn't the type. That you'll all think. In goes the whiskey. Lager and rum. Top up with vodka. Now isn't this fun. Pour in some extras. Bitter and coke.
Alone and bemused Tragically confused As if I'm being used Or maybe I'm accused .
i dont know what this is, but its long so i understand if you dont read it all.
"Now can I see your pain, I'm sorry. Goodbye." My voice broke. "But - You can't do this. No, baby. Please. I fucking swear I care!" The tears where running freely. I muffled a sob, trying to keep...
Can I get some uppers To help me out of bed. Can I get some downers So I can rest my head. Can I have a little something To sustain me in between. Come on now Mister Pharmacist, No need to be mean.
I don't understand What part of you thinks That you're some kind of big man Whenever you drink Don't get me wrong, I'm no killjoy And I love a good time But I don't turn into an arsehole After a...
I have an ugly red one, it works like Prozac; y'know the type they say makes you high as clouds, and also it has a side effect; you shop like a maniac. I can say I do feel high when I'm out to shop.
More More More The cravings start to pour I just...can't resist Someone help I don't wanna be like this Hands Shaking Breathe Intaking Just do it whispers he That someone I start to be No...
You're a empty, clear shell, Containing nothing, that I can tell. Maybe you should be filled. Not high enough to be spilled. Perhaps with something smooth, Not that I've anything too prove.
On the stage dressed as a clown Throwing pies and falling down Teasing the kids,tickling chins Then later smoking weed behind the bins Walking on stilts,balancing plates A flask of vodka outside the...
Help. I'm addicted to opuss. I'm kinda in the same situation as @Nicholas. I love opuss but it's getting in the way of my life a bit.
Let's take a walk Down memory lane, Lined with berries, Bursting with colour. But be warned, They're bittersweet. Pleasant at first, They leave a taste, Of moments out of reach, Like fat salty tears.
Believe in the need to succeed Overpowering wills freed Releasing shackles of blame Removing endless tears in shame Are you not of sound mind. Playing games too unkind. Why do you not smile.
I'll drink myself silly Fill my glass till it spills Then slowly pop a packet And down a bottle of pills Its me versus nicotine In a battle of wills Thousands of cold needles Just like porcupine...
Can't sleep. Counting sheep. Just want to forget. Give me a cigarette. So pop some pills. Giving me thrills. Just want to forget. Give me a cigarette. Eyes glazed. Mind dazed. Just want to forget.
You see, I can't to let go.. I can't move on.. i dont think i can, the pain's latched onto me.. And I'm far from safety, i cant hide the struggling, And now i feel like i'm just babbling..
Sad man sitting in the corner of shame, Sorry to say, but there's only you to blame. All the cats are now calling your name. I guess that's what you wanted, no shame. Little sad man, please have hope.
You can tell she's addicted, Her hobbies depicted, In her eyes. She smokes round the corner, While I'm in my form room, She buys. Drugs from the same kid, Worst thing that she did, She cries.
You stare back at me, Dozy, jaundiced rag-doll As He claws at my shoulder, Watching the situation, Waiting to pounce And escort you off. You puff and wheeze through your oxygen mask. Just a...