Just one more......

Just one more hit.
Just one more sip.
Just one more pill.
I keep telling my self just one more.
I will never feel the same way I felt on the first high.
Never as powerful
Never as awake
Never as scared.
As I take the stroll at midnight to see the dealer just one more time.
To feel normal.
Or what I think is normal
Every drink
Every puff
Every time I take another pill.
I roll further and futher away from myself.
As I use to be.
Pulling myself away from my family and friends.