Life and death of a victim of heroin use

Life to you is like a herion rush,then you vomit and it's over.You want to die,you don't care cause you're so high.You start to cry and prey to your lord...Why?Oh why?You start to shake and quiver,and feel enormous pain in your liver.You start to think this is the end,but the rush has just started to begin.As your soul is being taken,you shake constantly and you quiver more.Then you see the light flashing,bright at your door.You grab a sharp object and run it through your heart.And your soul has no choice but to depart...In the last few seconds you have to live.Your rush stops like it never did begin.You want the needle or to snort some dope.But there's no hope.No more rush,as you lay there waiting to die.You start thinking,as you cry,I love that high.You have entered the suicidal hole.You can't turn back.You say to yourself,This sh*t is better then crack.Everyone who cares to be at your funeral will all have the same thought about you...You entered the hole of suicide.Your shattered soul just couldn't survive.Everyone will pay their respects and cry.And they will never know why you wanted to died.But an addict like myself knows why your addicted body had to die.So,this line's for you.Sniff.Now.Goodbye...