Array ( [sid] => 134869 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => It Was Me. [time] => 2007-06-01 09:40:31 [hometext] => [bodytext] => They kept me wired up to a drip.
Filled with chemicals to make me sick.
They kept the bucket by my bed.
Yet still i slept and slept.

I was poisoned inside myself.
Trapped, i hated myself.
I wanted just to die.
Because everyone was full of ***** and lies.

At home I’d drink almost every day.
Drinking spirits to rot my liver away.
Because i wanted to die,
Because i was sick of my ‘addicts’ life.

I was sick of the discrimination!
I was sick of the hallucinations!
I was sick of having no one.
But illegal drinks to keep me numb.

I hated being hated.
I felt so discriminated.
I was a 16 year old addict.
And i hated every minute of it.

But the only ones wanting to listen,
Were the men with the criminal records.
The one’s that abuse women...

I’d lost all reason for living.
I’d spend hours a week cutting.
I almost went through my veins many-a-time.
I’d bleed out silently, but i NEVER died!

I’d drink too much Vodka until i passed out.
I’ve been in hospital for it, so many times now.
I’d smoke my fags, forty-a-day.
Filling my lungs with tar and decay.

I’d lost all hope, thought my addiction had won.
I had prostitute friends, though i never was one.
But that wasn’t the point; it was the pain that counted.
I’d cry myself to sleep needing to be hugged and accepted.

I needed help but no one could do much.
They said they would help but i was out of luck.
I didn’t expect them to care, but they said they did.
But they never did anything, to pull me out of it.

It was me that pulled me out as the world still spun.
It was me that stopped the fags and me that stopped the drugs.
It was me that turned my life around.
And me thats now in training to learn to help people like who i was out.
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It Was Me.
Date: Friday, 1st June 2007 @ 09:40:31 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: deathdrop
They kept me wired up to a drip.
Filled with chemicals to make me sick.
They kept the bucket by my bed.
Yet still i slept and slept.

I was poisoned inside myself.
Trapped, i hated myself.
I wanted just to die.
Because everyone was full of ***** and lies.

At home I’d drink almost every day.
Drinking spirits to rot my liver away.
Because i wanted to die,
Because i was sick of my ‘addicts’ life.

I was sick of the discrimination!
I was sick of the hallucinations!
I was sick of having no one.
But illegal drinks to keep me numb.

I hated being hated.
I felt so discriminated.
I was a 16 year old addict.
And i hated every minute of it.

But the only ones wanting to listen,
Were the men with the criminal records.
The one’s that abuse women...

I’d lost all reason for living.
I’d spend hours a week cutting.
I almost went through my veins many-a-time.
I’d bleed out silently, but i NEVER died!

I’d drink too much Vodka until i passed out.
I’ve been in hospital for it, so many times now.
I’d smoke my fags, forty-a-day.
Filling my lungs with tar and decay.

I’d lost all hope, thought my addiction had won.
I had prostitute friends, though i never was one.
But that wasn’t the point; it was the pain that counted.
I’d cry myself to sleep needing to be hugged and accepted.

I needed help but no one could do much.
They said they would help but i was out of luck.
I didn’t expect them to care, but they said they did.
But they never did anything, to pull me out of it.

It was me that pulled me out as the world still spun.
It was me that stopped the fags and me that stopped the drugs.
It was me that turned my life around.
And me thats now in training to learn to help people like who i was out.


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