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Loser

The loser, The one who’s not the greatest chooser. I’m not proud of the things I’ve done. It seems the drugs have already won. When it comes to escapes I have none. They don’t think I’ve tried. The truth is I tried so hard I almost died. It never used to be this way, Drugging just to get thru the day. I was a strait A student, I never got in trouble, And never missed a day. No one knew what happened along the way. I never got any thing I didn’t fight for. I guess I was easy to ignore. I was the one left out. No one knew what I was truly about. I tried to tell But I was still left in hell. Then the one person who heard died, My mom, and I never got to say good-bye. Right after I was kicked out the door. Now I’m a drugged induced whore. When I look in the mirror to see who standing in my place I’m gone without a trace. The loser, A kid who fell off the right track Unable to find her way back. Theirs others like me. They just hide it so you can’t see. I wish I could quit and be free. I’m reaching out to you, But I’m a loser so your already threw. I would like to do so many things, But theirs a punishment that my life brings. I live in pain everyday, Making myself pay. It’s too late to set things strait. Living on the edge has landed me in a wedge. No one sees this is what the world wanted me to be. After where I’ve been, I am forced to exist in a world I couldn’t live in

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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