On The Edge Poem by Nicole Rawls

On The Edge



Time, swat, hurt, pain
there's only one
more day to finish my game.
Pills, crank, co-cane
I must be high on the
surface so I'm sane.

Needles, razors, knives
these are sacred to
carving my life.
Sex, alchol, drugs
I'm getting higher
but I still haven't
reached the spot.
Oxy's, acid, percansets
everthing fells better when
I'm on the edge.

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