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Taken for Granted
Contributed by
damian
on
Wednesday, 19th September 2012 @ 05:11:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Dreams and ambitions, all swept away
Begging for anything, anyone, to stay
If you listen you could have heard his cries
But no one listens as the poor dies
He had cracks that spread more and more
But nobody would listen to this poor kids call
And as he was pushed away, in societies eye
He gave up, and he said goodbye
Sick of being smashed, and ripped apart
He was given no chance from the very start
You could see him start to go under
Grades and effort, he left the world to wonder
Perhaps he could have made it, perhaps not
But he gave up before he had a shot
So strong for so long,
Too long, it was so wrong
Holding his own head above the tide
Going under, and under, but pushing through with pride
The pills the man gave, they worked so well
They gave him the feelings he used to get, before he fell
As he became immune, he doubled the strength
To be rid of the depression, he would go to any length
In the mellow light of a morning’s dawn
In the first few rays of the lighting spawn
A packet of pills is dropped as his hand falls
It seems that he had enough, he let down his walls
He convulses, and convulses, and convulses again
Between each episode he would awake with a bang
Screaming and vomiting, white fluid against his diminished soul
Wishing for someone to end his misery in this hole
The noises he made, unhuman to the ear
They were unlike anything, they almost bring a tear
To remember how haunted the boy sounded
And to think of the demons that must have hounded
He died there, laying in his own mess,
A mess not unlike his life
But he was peaceful now,
Like someone had withdrew the knife
But it’s those eyes that I still will never forget
They were filled with such pain, and set with regret
The suicide note lay forgotten on the floor
Saying the words
“I wish I had more
I wish I had the chances you all throw away
Maybe then I would be here to stay
But I hear god’s footsteps leading to me
And when he arrives I will not flee
I will open up to him, for death is what I wish for
And a chance to tell me story is all I hope for
I know, by the morrow I will lay rotten
But its these words I hope are never forgotten
Always be thankful for what you have got
Because when it comes down to it you have the lot
You take for granted everything you own
But what if all you had was on loan
Think now, what you take for granted
You don’t understand, when that person or thing is taken away
You will cry and beg them to come back to stay
But it may be too late, they may be gone
And only then you will realise what you have done
You didn’t realise all of what they did for you
And now as you sit at my funeral, down the pew
You cry, because you know it’s true
Always be thankful for the things you find in life
And forget about all the pain and strife
I’ll be gone in mere seconds now, I have said my bit
As I take the pills, and feel them hit”
Copyright ©
damian
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2012-09-19 17:11:43]
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