Junkie Scumbag Heroin addict IV user Loser With no future The whole world will be better off if you died sooner Son Brother Father Friend How am I going through this cycle again Some cuts never mend Even if I beg to make amends Its like theyd rather see me end up dead Then make my way to a detox bed My demons are at war inside of my head Only subsiding when they get needle fed with poisonous meds So when Im curled up and dope sick Hot and cold sweats feeling like shit Understand theres nothing I wont do for my next fix This is my normal and Im just trying to deal with it Nothing else really matters Been feeling low trying to get higher than climbing a push up a ladder When the blood mixes I feel the rush immediately after And forget about the self destruction that my lifes a disaster Hoping this time isnt the last words to my final chapter Insecurity Anxiety The shame and the guilt Pain Hopelessness Depression Getting high enough to see my friends up in heaven Pale skin complexion Overdoses should be a lesson That Im headed in the wrong direction This is not natural selection This is suicide by injection No family No friends No love Just hate When they look at my empty seat with disgrace Prepared for my wake Scared of my fate Wish I could start over with a clean slate I look in the mirror and cant recognize my face A stranger looking back Arms covered with scars like train tracks Permanent reminders from shooting smack I close my eyes and hope this shot is my last Let my name fade into the past Im broken With a shattered soul Id rather fold Than continue on this addict road Son Brother Father Friend I refuse to back to that madness again Even if I cant make amends To my family and friends The only thing that matters to me is being clean in the end
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 03:20:36 +0000
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