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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Other Side of Life.
[time] => 2011-12-15 03:11:10
[hometext] => Do not follow in these footsteps, they are no life path worth taking.
[bodytext] => I used to have a family I was just like you But that was a long time ago Before the drugs The alcohol The crime Now im just a street thug looking to start over My brother was convicted Age of just 19 Now his on the inside 25 to life Man, I wish I could just see his face It’s so easy to make mistakes When you’re young and caught in the moment Now who do I turn to? These boys may be bad They fight and steal But wouldn’t you steal? If it was to keep your family alive No matter what, I know they got me So many lost souls My eyes once shone with life The drugs took that life The drugs take every life The bugs come crawling under my skin Even as these words form under my fingertips It’s so hard to keep going When there is nothing to keep going for I see my mother’s face in my dreams She is so broken One boy in prison, the other drugged up She lost everything she ever had Struggling to make ends meet after dad left What a man A man who helps create a mess then runs off You are no man to me I once knew this girl She was beautiful We were both young and fresh One night she told me Of her dad Another man Her dad had hit her, struck her Knocked her down and left her there My innocence was lost after this story, I took her home, She was barely 14 Lost and moving on, she turned to drugs The one getaway But the getaway caught up to her one night A deathly quiet night Penetrated by the ringing phone A story of a dad killing a wife, A mum Her mum The way her body went limp as it hung It was far from majestic The good die young The evil kill the good The innocent are left die The low I felt after she died It was dark The boys you know as criminals The drug addicts that mean ***** to you They picked me up as one of them They helped me through You see you’re lucky You have nothing to lose You have people that love you Homes to go to School seems the hardest to you You got it so bad But tell me; Have you ever not had a place to sleep? Have you ever had no food to eat? Have you ever been hated and hunted? Do not judge those you do not know of A son that now sits on the street Was once a child, in his mother’s arms I want help more than anything Not your sympathy I want someone to pick me up Don’t ignore me just because im not as good as you I still feel what you feel I still see what you see Help me, help the lost Be the wind, and blow in my favour All of us, All the forgotten or too far gone We all just want to be saved So save us I lay in bed every night Wishing that drugs were non-existent Do not waste your life Just like I did No matter the question, Drugs was never the answer This is another side of life [comments] => 2 [counter] => 275 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Damian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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