Help Me

Oh shit
How could I have
Screwed up so bad?

I ended up in Skidside
Lost and broken by life
Looking for an easy out

Now I have no where else
To turn, out of control
High on drugs, craving more

Can’t find my way
Back from the brink
I can’t take no more

The preacher said God was
The way to save my sorry soul
So help me God if you exist

I just want to go home

©  Ceol

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One Response to “Help Me”

  • Coastpoet Says:
    November 10th, 2009 at 10:34 am

    Your poem ‘Help Me’ speaks strongly of the despair and hopelessness felt by those whose tragic lives are caught and lost and forgotten on the skidside streets…your writing brings back a lot of memories.

    Coastpoet

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