He turned his life around
He sits at home all alone
Through his skin you see his bones
Never playing his guitar
Always seen drunk in bars
With his friends sniffing cocaine
Having holes in his veins
Starting to get regrets
Dripping wet with sweat
Never remembering what happened the night before
Throwing up all over the floor
Doesn’t care about his body
Acting very naughty
Being fed up with all the tension
He finally received an intervention
All the drugs got to his head
If he didn’t stop he’d end up dead
He turned his life around
He seems to rise from the ground
Playing concerts as loud as ever
Writing songs that are very clever
This poem was submitted by Jonathan.
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