Honesty

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    Honesty

    ♠♥ My Life..... is sometimes cool, sometimes fukt up and always MINE. I wake up in my skin; I fall asleep the same way. Why do I have to sometimes hate my day? The nights are worse and thats when I pray, someone make these demons go the fuk away!!! I live with this shyt everyday, I can’t seem to make it sway. My life....It is what it is...... I do accept it now, I love the process, the progress the good times and bad. I just wish these voices would STAY OUT OF MY HEAD. They LIE they deceive they cheat and they rob, nomore from me no sir re BOB. Everynight I awake to a car....it drives away but not too far. Why does it stop? Why must it come back? Oh yea thats right, they only went to get crack! Here they come back with one more hit, won’t they ever get tired of the shyt? I wanna cry, I just can’t get myself to, "Hey Bitch that used to be you!" Now that I’m clean I don’t understand why does anyone wanna support "the man"? He don’t give a fuk cause if they did they care about how much time you’ve spent with your kid. All they are is down for the buck if you died you’d be replaced so WTF. Your family worries and wants to cry, they just pray that you don’t die.... This shyt is felt from the heart and is right now tearing my family apart. I wish I could help I wish he could see.... My brother means the world to me. Once a HERO now I don’t know what..... I wish he could see, how he once lived- happy, joyous and FREE!! Nothing holdin him down, nothing holding him back especially a 2inch stem and a crumb of crack. It’s soooo not worth it and if you lived it you know it’s true... Everyone has someone out there that LOVES YOU!!!   Think about others when you wanna get HIGH; they’re gonna be the ones to mourn and CRY!!!!!

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    Chelles commented on Honesty

    09-20-2009

    POWERFUL!!! I've never tried or been additcted to any sort of thing...But my mother and my aunt had been. I know how hard it is to get them to realize what they're doing to themselves. My sister and I were the ones to make my mother realize. My mom made my aunt realize what she'd lose. This was a wonderful read.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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