Submissions by Str8toHe11

My friends all think my heroin addiction leaves me feeling low, but I accept there is no escape, there's is no even flow.
Why does my country live in heroin hate, with no regard for the addicts lives it's enslaved.
90% of opiate addicts will never stay clean, if you've ever tried, then you know what I mean.
All the treatment and thick cash I've spent, to rid myself of something that I know that I can't.
Society looks at me with me with such ill contempt, but I'm not a bad person, I'm just an addict who's spent.
I've accepted myself and the addiction inside, I am proud of...

My pupils shrunk, eyes dialate.
Not one second thought, do not hesitate.
Roll up my sleeve to get straight with the lord.
Old school syringe made with a guitar cord.

Plunging death in, leaves yet another hole in my skin.
I can have no regrets when I can no longer sin.
Heat rushing in, my soul rushes out.
No longer alone now she guides my route.

My eyelids grow heavy, no longer dispare.
Heroin bubble surrounds me, into the abyss I stare.
All the emptyness, heartache and sorrow.
Gone for today, only returning tomorrow.

There can be...

She asked me one day to describe how I felt and why I was always so down.
"Depression"I said, turning my head to once again look at the ground..
"That's not good enough I need a reply, a real answer and not just "I no longer try"
So with her looking in, I peeled back my skin and this is how I replied.

"There is this prison, that I have built, and live in everyday.
It has no bars or walls, and there is no doors or gates.
There are no other inmates or guards with guns in towers,
Still, I'm in an endless lockdown and I'm forever...

Changing me into something I'm not.
Anticipating, sweaty and hot.
I know when the steel hits the vain.
Gone will be my misery and pain.

Alone in my bubble I reside.
I swim in the sea on a warm wave in the tide.
As the drug pours in I feel the warmth on my skin.
She holds me so near, alleviating my fear.

As I peel the layers back to once again regain my soul.
Loosing my heat, taking its toll
My bubble has burst, on the horizon a sunrise.
My entire family looks back at me, full of despise.

"If you don't like what you see...