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Created on: April 17, 2009
There's No Turning Back
There was no turning back, I closed my eyes and let it take me
The memories of when I was me faded to black
I looked around to see if anyone noticed glassed eyes filled the room
I took another dip another drive down the Devil's highway
I wanted to go back but that door had closed behind me
Such pressure from the peers kept filling my minds fears
No hesitation, I let go just breathed I took it all in
My deadliest sin, I was true to myself for many years
Just like that I came to fall just like my salty tears
My addiction ran me took over me consumed thee
It ate away at everything around me, an emotional roller coaster
A ride I wanted to get off of but never really tried
The images of the people I hurt haunt my once sweet dreams
My tender youth wasted away to lonely street dreams
Consideration of taking my life was my daily strife
I continued to morn the me that wanted to be
A losing inner battle to be fought by only two
I wanted to be free I wanted to see if I was worthy of myself
The voices in my head called for more
My body ached to get more
Drugs' whore desperation was all me
I owned pity I adored shame
Fixated on guilt I needed to change
I wanted that rush I chased it from the very first day
So tired of making others cry and with each piece of me destroyed
Another piece dies
Letting go is my only hope
I need to be set free and not consumed by these
Things we call drugs
Life is not always what its meant to be
Take charge of your inner beauty focus on doing the duty
you set out to complete
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