Ritual

 
 Stabbing in my skin
Digging for a vein
Been trying for an hour
But yet I try again.
   All covered in blood
And I’m about to cry
My only shot will be wasted
If I don’t get it on this try.
  My arms and legs are bruised
The veins have gone away
Collapsed from all the damage
The needle brings each day.
  Each time it is harder
My legs, my hand, my foot
I swore I’d never do this
But once was all it took.
  Addicted to the ritual
Seeing the flash of blood inside
Slowly I push the plunger
Until I no longer want to die.
  But as soon as I am done
I start to crave once more
And I start the process over
One big revolving door.