A room
~a needle
~pills
~a spoon
fire and smoke
warm acid veins
blood crystallizes.
You think you know me
~ the junkie
~ the user
~your nightmares come true.
You think I do it for fun
I don't, I do it to hide
~ from me
~ from you.
Fears turn to calm lust
lost in it's hopeless love
no more love for oneself
love of the rush
~feeling of nothing
~totally numb.
moments pass
~young turns to old.
Pretty no longer a word used
for beauty faded as the drugs took hold
regrets creep in, the body ages
~stomach turns
~vomit hits the floor.
Tears in glitter mascara flow
reminders of mistakes made too often
regrets of too many needles and pills
help to not be found
~time passed too soon.
Lying waste in addictions
depression sets in
fiend no more as cries of anguish over come
for this beautifully tragedy
~was the death of youth.





















Best of Luck! Ya know I love your stuff....















































always a pleasure to read your work! Keep it up 





there is always a way to happiness without falling into this kind life.





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