Coke

Mar 03, 2009 21:54

Split lip.
Broken hope.
Not looking for anymore shit.
Never get in a fight at a party where everyone loves coke.

"Take a hit."
Never again.
"One more for the trip"
Not this time my friend.

Too many drugs already,
Too many people looking for an escape.
Eyelids twitching or far too heavy.
Tired yet? The drugs are fate.

I am fortunate,
My mind isn't on the floor,
I can walk through this all and still make a payment.
I don't need anyone to drive me home, I can find the door.

hope, drugs, poetry

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