EDGES MAGAZINE Issue 43

January 2006

 
 
  Junkie & Others

I was written down in history
Junkie was my name
I was causing so much misery
Never feeling any shame
I bit the hand that fed me
I took for all I could
I stole, I hurt, I lied
To get that poison in my blood
I never took a minute
To see the harm I’d done
I was wrapped up in addiction
And saw it all as fun
I never saw my mother cry
No way would I look back
I’d be gone to score more drugs
And fill myself with Smack
Then nothing else would matter
As I lay there in a state
With no worries in the world
Is what it would create
Now that I have a prog
ramme Brought to me by NA
I see the hurt and pain I’ve caused
When I lived my life that way
And now I see my mother
I look into her eye
The relief she feels now I am clean
She holds me and still cries.
He Died in an Upstairs Bedroom

He died in an upstairs bedroom
The needle was still in his wrist
What a sad end to a poor man’s life
So much of a life he has missed.

He lay undisturbed for a long time
His body was rotting away
This whole escapade was so tragic
And this is how drugs made him pay.

The smell was oh so revolting
The police had to break down the door
And this goes down in statistics
That drugs have taken one more.

The drug it had to be tested
So the police could prevent any more
And when it came back from forensics
They found the drug to be pure.

So each time you’re going to inject some
You’re about to play Russian Roulette
You pay money for what’s in that bag
Never knowing what you really get.
You Can’t Seem to Think

You can’t seem to think
You don’t know what to do
You’re life has turned dark
Yet the skies remain blue
You’re stuck in a rut
You can’t see the light
You can get out of this mess
You can win back the right
You think you wont make it
You don’t really know
You’ve got no belief
Your head tells you so
You’ve just got to try
Before you are dead
You have got an illness
This is a disease
It will surely kill you
It’s got good degrees
If you want to know more
And get yourself equipped
You will find the answers
In the NA Fellowship
There are so many millions
Who have won back the right
No longer use drugs
And have now found the light
I myself was in that tunnel
And I had no dream
Till I came to NA
And now live my life clean.
 

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