by Frank Deutschen

Created on: November 16, 2008

Wake up every day.

Confronted by my past

as I look at my scars in the mirror,

Still trying to figure out why I act the way I

do.

Stick the needle in my arm just to

get me through the journey of

this day.

It just keeps getting harder

and harder to keep myself

straight.

Have another drink from the bottle

that's almost empty

just like my wasted life.

All the pain I caused and I

cannot repay with the goodness

that is owed.

Try to go to sleep at night

and try to shake this hurt.

I guess it's what I deserve.

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