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[aid] => mick
[title] => weak willed
[time] => 2009-09-29 09:12:15
[hometext] => hey im not a poet at all but i wrote this my senior year of highschool when i was falling on hard times and now that i cleaned my act up i figured i should share it give me feedback
[bodytext] => Lying awake hours upon days having his parents tell them their ashamed always falling so short of their high expectations and he knows he’s got no explanation sitting there sulking about the lamentation of the deaths of his dreams and future occupations knowing they’re gone, knowing he ***** up but now he’s got to pick himself back up cant stop now never stop fighting but first things first, kids gotta stop lighting up all those blunts everyday after school and no he doesn’t do it just to be cool all it does is push aside the reality that if he doesn’t start to try it’s his own fatality there is a constant battle inside of his head and sometimes he just wants it all to end maybe with a bullet, a ripping tearing piece of lead a potential death is just around the bend he’s got nothing he can call his own, he’s all alone and all this time he’s done nothing but shown that he’s a weak minded fool, stuck in the high contemplating whether or not to say good-bye no, not yet he can’t go through with suicide but maybe he’ll get lucky and god will decide today is his day, he got his chance and he blew it too weak and depressed smoking weed to get through it now it’s different, he’s beginning to realize that this life he is leading is false, a fat lie he knows he’s on the wrong path to take waking every morning only thinking to bake ***** all that he’s got to get straight even though everyone around him tells him it’s too late but he wont give up now, he knows what he must do he’s gonna put the blunt down, this time is true too much was lost too much was thrown away and now he’s all grown up what a ******* shame for too long a time he was stuck in this place all the work he did was all just a waste time is up now everything is over he needs some luck, comes across a 4 leaf clover his luck has changed now there is hope now his biggest problem is staying away from the dope the deal with his parents, they’ve reestablished communication he got home and showed them his job application now he’s confident he won’t end up on the street he’s cleaned himself up and now is on his feet everything is great he’s working day to day at the end of the week collecting his pay having money not buying weed but having real fun and now his parents can say they are proud of their son the bad part is, is that they spoke too soon cause a few months later he picked up some shrooms decided to blaze and fell back into the cypher got in his car thinking he’s a good driver too bad his stupid friends wouldn’t stop him cause now he lies quietly, forever in a coffin [comments] => 1 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 66 [informant] => htiesnud [notes] => Edited for content. Please edit out the entire word, as you did in the beginning of the poem. IE "******* shame". Thank you. - Moderator_18 September 29, 2009 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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