Pain Pills

I think I made up my mind. Yep! My mind is made up already.
I feel that I’m terrible at everything, I’m addicted to
Pain pills, no one never asked or wonder
Am I all right; they just see what’s on the
Outside && run with it, they never sit
&& Analyze the true fact.. They look
Me dead in my eyes && can’t see
That I’m strung off Vicodins.
I hide myself within fake smiles
&& Fake laughter, all my life
I had been one of the ones to have
A family that really never gave
A damn about what I did. I
Noticed that because when I
Was little they just sat there &&
Watch my brother’s rapped me of
All my self esteem.. Rape me out
Of my dress, && begin to forced
Entrance && all I could do was
Cry within this blindfold they had
Wrapped around my vision. But
The world fail to realize that I’m
Scarred, they judge without even
Knowing my story behind the
Darkness of my black dress code..
Wonder Why I’m addicted to
Pain pills, because I’m overdosed
Of pain&& the world tend to
Realize that I live the life of
A Dark cloud && wander why
Jesus can’t help me because he
Made it where I can’t trust nobody
Surround within radius of me.
That’s why I’m terrible @ everything.


Written By: Poetry. Jones
&& Story told by : Poetry. Jones