January 18, 1991

what can I say? addiction kills, drugs kill, hearts break, life goes on . . .

 

 

 

It’s better than sex

It’s your favorite sensation.

 

Yea, they’re your friends

Until you have no more money.

 

If there’s nothing wrong with it

Why do you have to lie?

 

Don’t you even care about

What this does to us?

 

If it’s so pleasurable

Why do you feel so bad?

 

The children are so young

What are you going to do?

 

When you clean up

You’ll know where to find us.

 

Your obituary read, “died in his sleep”

I prayed the Lord your lost soul to keep.

 

Me, twenty-eight, kids 4 months, 2 and 4

Created a sadness we will forever endure. 

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