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The Addictive Killer
Contributed by
Tinkkerbelle
on
Monday, 7th June 2004 @ 07:26:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Why do you do this to yourself?
Don't you know it only helps for awhile?
It won't fix things.
The drugs- you say they make it better.
But in reality they don't,
And you know that.
I see you come around all wasted and high and it scares me.
You're so pale; your skin's transparent.
Your eyes are bloodshot, sunken in.
It's horrifying that you don't even know your own name.
You're so disoriented.
You can't walk straight and you always fall.
Don't you realize what you're doing?
You're killing yourself!
Things aren't really as bad as you think.
I beg you to stop, but you won't.
I plead with you to talk to someone, but you refuse.
This tears me apart inside.
All you're doing is slowly committing suicide.
Things aren't that bad.
I know you don't believe me, but with counseling and therapy, you'll realize I'm right.
But the problem is, how do I get you to understand- why do you do this to yourself?
Don't you know this affects me too?
My heart bleeds for you.
MW 2000
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Tinkkerbelle
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2004-06-07 19:26:32] (Date/Time posted on
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