the junkie, by shandie g Subscribe to rss feed for shandie g

So many needles
So many holes,
IV ruined my life
And blew off my goals.
Hour after hour
Night after night,
Determined to hit
adventualy a fight.
Smearing the blood
From all that IV missed
Cursing his name
And realty just pissed. 
The rush of the drug
It numbs all the pain,
Reality fades
With nothing to gain.
Bruising track marks
And hard swelling lumps,
I look like a lame
And feel like a chump.
Moving so quick
Hearts beating so fast,
A liquid ambition 
It never did last.
Rushing from hell
and flying so high,
Standing so stuck
I panic and cry.
I'm hurting so much
And looking so bad,
Always a bore
And seem way to sad.
The choices of drugs
that's left me so broke,
My hustle is gone
I'm only a joke.
The guilt
      The shame,
             This tired game,
     THE MORE I HATE
      THIS DRUG I BLAME!!!
Posted: 2013-10-31 13:54:43 UTC

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