Sickle
Melted down past the elbow.
I uncovered what was lost
Sheltered by the broken window.
Half a gram at what cost.
Feeding in to old addictions
I find myself quite moved
Even though it causes friction
There’s something I must prove.
Needle habit in my mind
Or in my vein or in my heart
Need exposure, i can’t find
Need to get over this needle part.
Tracks are scared,
My veins are hard
The bulges and numbness stay.
How was i to know
that this was a part
Or that I’d live with it today.
So tired and so sad,
Influenced by step dad
To take just a dab
I would stop feeling bad.
Just take this belt and tie
You’re wrist or you thigh
I’ll stick this in your vein
and then we’ll both be high.
And then we’ll both be high.
My bout with meth is over, and I haven't talked to my step dad much. I miss him, and i love him but its better this way. Same goes for my mom...Life is for freedom not sadist forms of self imprisonment...
