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Chemicals, my vice.

made from neon
Salute You in Your Grave
made from neon
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Posts: 2036
September 1st, 2008 at 02:18am
Please pulse through my veins,
so that I might not feel pain.
Release is only temporary, though it's enough to get my fill.
My lips have been on every bottle, my fingerprints on every pill.
They try and stop me, they know there's no point.
It's only a matter of time before I'm lighting up a joint.
Unhealthy, yeah. Poisionous? Sure.
But is there a real healthy way for you to get a cure?
Interventions proved futile, your tears, they never work.
You jab me with your insults, like 'addict, dirty, and jerk'.
I do some shitty things to get me what I want.
Like do "favors" in the alley that all my dealers haunt.
Nothing feels as good as when there's liquor in my blood,
but when I come home, I'm not alone, and all the bad words flood.
You say I'm killing the kids, you think they'll need a shrink.
I say shut your mouth, fuck off, I'm going to get a drink.
That's when I leave and stagger down the street,
begging for some money from everyone I meet.
If I were them and saw myself, I'd scream and run away.
I would be them, too, if I wasn't messed up every fucking day.
I can say that it's my parent's fault, they used to scream and hit,
but I know that I'm lying, it's because of my own shit.
I can't deal with my little problems, so I turn to coke and meth,
and I intend to drink and smoke and toke myself to death.