Sad Poem on Addiction

why do I think putting this needle in my vein
is going to take away the pain
is avoiding my issues just going to make them go away
or are they still going to be there when my high is gone the next day
this upper is my downer but I'm already down
can I get any lower
I'm lower than the ground
why is getting back on my feet so hard
the pain to my body is nothing for I am emotionally scarred
why does it feel like when I'm sober I'm high
but when I'm high I feel sober
why can't this affliction just stop and be over
I ruined my teenage life to this point
I lied when I said nothing more was to come of that joint
weed was gateway drug for me
then came sherm, ex,and pcp
but the needle felt so right.
so did wrapping the belt around my arm so tight,
my high came fast and with out any pain,
but my once sunny days are nothing but rain,
but that's my fault and I messed up bad.
rehab couldn't stop me,
I wanted to get high,
but I do what every addict does,
I cheat steal and lie,
so now I'm out and free,
but this euphoric rush I crave has taken yet another member of my family,
now I sit around thinking to my self " DAMN"
I'm On the outs and I'm still feeling bad,
but my life is now in my hands so I should be glad...
The Needle by Trey @FamilyFriendPoems

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