The thin white line, by Blackened_Sky
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when you see things that hurt you and make you not think
stright you need your family but sometimes family is bad for
you like when they all wanna forget, They make you go places
you didnt wanna go again, bad places, and you do things to
keep them happy bad move when half your family are coke
heads
I’m not going back
I’ll just miss out my turn
Its been 6 months
Since my nose
Last burned
No I’m not doing it
But I suppose
What’s the harm
When you tread the thin white line
Life is like a funny farm
Last time I did it
My nose bled for days
Should I go back
To my old ways?
But I did
And fuck it was good
“I’ll have more
Nah forget the food”
My heart raced
My blood boiled
It was great
We kick back and took part
In one of life’s spoils
But it didn’t
Last
It never does
Fuck I need help
What have I done?
I’m not gonna fall
Into that hole
I can’t go back
For the sake of my soul
You gave it up
You had won
Shit Jonny
You snorted ton
But I did it once
I can do it again
It would be easier
easier to let go
if wasnt my aunts kitchen
we covered in poisonous snow
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Posted: 2006-01-09 19:28:35 UTC |
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2006-01-12 15:03:10 | Debz ~~ lost amoungst the pages of a story yet to be told ~~ |
This is the one we where talking about and you know what i said and feel, so i can hear the torment coming through when i read this poem. you know what you have to do and only you alone can decide but all i ask is that you chose the decision that is best for you xxxxxxxxx |