My Addiction
My view of my own personal struggle with addiction...
19 years old, addicted,
inflicted with fright,
overwrought by a needle,
not concerned with a bite.
Caught in a black frozen tunnel to hell,
with no light
surrounded by numb emotions.
No strength, No might,
but damn right I’d fight for a bag of delight.
The story of a feen
insides dissected,
infected, by the poisonous venom I injected
always running from the family I rejected.
Against Angel’s I repented,
lying and hunting
were the skills I perfected.
Faced with the truth, didn’t want to accept it.
Empty bags, rusty used needles
health and diet, piss-poor
number of meals a week ranged from 1-4.
Had a group of thieves, tight like a clan
but they were all just grains,
in a loose pile of forgotten sand.
I now know what it is, to be dirty and low
The Beautiful aura I used to bestow,
could no longer glow.
I had officially lost all control.
Always feeling lonely and cold.
The constant struggle of staying
at random friends houses, of all different kinds
dealt with monsters, demons,
and sick twisted minds.
Ran myself in circles
only to find,
that my life, full of straight crime
needs to be left in the past
time to put it behind
realize my strung out drug addiction
is my worst enemy,
today, forever, and for the rest of time.
