Little Pieces of Me
By: R. L. Stroup
 
   

Want to See the Truth?

Coming inside from the rain
You realize that in vain,
your alseep in some bed,
you turn over and look inside your head.
You finally realize that the drug,
Is making you toss and turn on the rug.
You want to quit but you can't
And then you begin to pant.
You don't understand why,
you begin to fly
Looking around you see ugly faces,
You don't even know what the place is.
You want it to stop and go away,
Then you see children laugh and play.
Everything starts spinning and you start to fall,
You look again your in a stall,
The acid is eating away your brain,
you want to quit, but that's still in vain
You finally awaken in a hospital bed.
You wince from the pain in your head.
you promise once again, you will quit
And you start going into fits,
but you say to yourself that it's not going to win.
you look at yourself from within.
You have finally won in it's game,
but you know, you will never be the same.

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