For The Rest Of My Life, Cursed With This Diseasefor All Those Who Suffer, We Just Got To Believebelieving

for the rest of my life, cursed with this disease for all those who suffer, we just got to believe believing in yourself is the hardest thing to do so take a look in the mirror and ask," do you see you?" everyday and every night we hurt wishing we were taken care of by a nurse this morning I woke up, fell out of my bed damn it!, wish I had some pills for the pain in my head what ya'll don't know, is what ya'll don't see the disease trying to take control, makes me want to bleed past memories, shooting up all these cravings I don't want to use, I pray, I'm begging. please strengthen me for everyday is a new day but where's my strength, when alls I do is lay. no energy, no effort to be who I want to be the life of an addict, can't you see? this battle has been won the war my friend, will forever go on. so now what are you going to do? hold my head up high, and try not to get the blues! no more smoking powder out of that pipe I'm in the fight for my life. I've come a long way, so u don't got to judge so when standing next to me, don't give me that nudge if u really want to know, I will tell my journal, turned into a book, it might sell my dreams now are back in sight with help through the darkness, is that light shocked and smiling knowing I did survive through this disease, thank god, I am still alive.

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