DRUGS DONT WORK

I hope.

And only hope.

Sick of praying to no avail.

That day will come when i say.

Enough is enough.

I want to walk on the right side of the road.

The one that has light.

To lead me home.

Instead i follow the dark road.

Which always leads me to a.

DEAD end.

My life has always been controlled.

By substances.

Authority.

People who think they are able .

To cage & tame a man .

All, as he/she wears a uniform( normally blue & white, black tie, shinny shoes,well pressed trouser).

Me i have lived a troublesome life.

Wild & chaotic.

Pure fucked upness.?

I question.

My fucked upness .

AM i justified.

Can i justify.

The abuse.

I put my body mind & spirit through.

Or am i right ..

In this fucked up world of which i must stay.

Am i escaping reality.

Or is it my denial .

Of this shite existence.

Reality is crap.

The responsibility i own .

I owe.

Does my mear existence count for anything.

THIS IS NOT LIFE. (ime red faced).

All that chrystal means to me.

Free..

Wi

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