I breath deep,
Needle breaking my skin,
Feel nervous and excited,
As I fall into my trip again.
Floating above my body,
Looking at my arm,
Needle sticking out,
What's happening to me?
Why am I not able to think?
What went wrong?
Why are these people screaming my name?
There to the side,
What is that person doing?
My body jolts,
I breath in,
Look around the room,
People sitting there,
I feel a smack on my cheek,
"Do not do that to me."
I put my hand over my eyes.
Yet,
I am,
Alive.
Author notes
I am sorry if it seems a bit jagged, the line reminded me of a friend. sidenote edited the last line in stanza to make it read a little differently
A contest entry
- Prompt around 20 lines by mysticstorm.
1000 points, ended July 9, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Why do we do these things to ourselves?
Comments
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Sorry I hope it helped out a bit. I am glad I have been graced thus far not to lose anybody to addiction. Have been pretty close though. I hope all the poems in your contest helps you find what you are looking for.
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ouch! I* have been there done that with him,,,,yet not exactly the same way, but I felt every word to my heart aqnd it was full of sorrow...thank you for the heartfelt write...well done in emotions...
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