Category: poems
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druglife
There was a crackhead I knew who didn’t give a fuck about anything but chasing that white powder he gave up his life for that shit all like nothing for that last hit his son his wife his mother didn’t matter who he hurt to get another blast didn’t care about his dignity respect company…
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The waves of life
Through all the waves of pain an sorrow I looked to the sky an found my solace with innocent eyes full of sorrow I found self love even after all the My storms of self destruction I found myself letting go of everything that held me back when you live with cronic pain and mental…