Drugs control my life
But, so does sorrow, worries and strife,
Please don’t tell me that I can be sober
As I wait for my life to be over.
Sometimes I take help in the arm
To protect me from fear and harm,
And when a fake reality I have chose
I then take it up the nose.
I will not ever lie to myself
Nor will I ever lie to anyone else,
In life I will not ever prosper or succeed
Those words you can truly heed.
I am a very selfish and a terrible person
I know around me my life won’t get better, but worsen,
But, nothing you tell me will ever make me believe
That more worries and sorrows I alone do weave.
I think that I do deserve a good or better life
And not from a gun, or needle or a knife,
My path, by family and others has been spoken and predicted
I will always be addicted.
I wonder if my life will ever get any better
As to drugs I am a true debtor,
In the mirror as I look and think as I try to discover
Can I ever recover.
Randy L. McClave