Donna Saphier


Drugs And Alcohol


I'm an alcoholic, and it's driving me in-Insane
I'm sick of waking up each day
And suffering the pain
Pins and needles, shakes and vomit
Are with me all the time
I keep trying very hard
To kick this habit of mine
I know I've done it once before
I gave the beer a miss
But had another substitute
And that was Billy Wizz
But then I tried to give up that
Then turned straight back to drink
And now I'm hooked on both of them
My brain can hardly think
Most people say they understand
But I don't think they do
It's an awful thing to go through
And I wouldn't wish it on you
Say No to drink, and No to drugs
You be the one who's wise
It took me quite a long time
To finally realise
That I'm an addict, I'm not proud
In-fact I'm quite ashamed
So I'm not gonna sign this poem
I dont wish to be named...

Submitted: Saturday, May 10, 2014

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