Again and again, going through withdrawals
My eyes flutter, my skin crawls
Like many times before, I nod off again
In seconds I come to, unsure of where I am
I don't know, if I can take anymore
I'm sick yet again, and laying on the floor
The acid from my stomach, comes up my throat
This is my life...Lost without hope
All I can feel, is my bones violently shake
One little hit, is all it would take
It's hard to believe, i've gotten so weak
That I allow the tears, that roll down my cheek
My blood is cold, my veins are hot
My legs twitch, my arms flop
I try to get up, the pain only grows
The heater on full blast, the fan always blows
I won't wanna eat
I know I can't sleep
Never thought, i'd be this close to dying
All I can do, is lay here crying
I lay in my tub, soaking in the heat
My body feeling, brutally beat
I attempt to stand, the room goes black
I lay back down, my soul is trapped
All of this, may seem unreal
Yet many days, this is how I feel
My eyes wonder, I can't see straight
My mind goes back, to that place I hate
I feel the poison, leaking through my pores
I pick at my skin, leaving nothing but sores
I stay a little longer, laying in this dirty floor
Praying...Not to feel, these pains anymore
This is my life....
This feeling I used to look forward to because I thought my life was much worse then the pain that high gave me. Through out all this pain I was just looking for to be numb but it would...
This Is My Life (On Heroin)
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2010 with permission of the Author.
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