Why I do drugs

Veins poking on my skin.
Ready to squeeze in
the fluid.
Lines of caine also awaits me
On a glassed table.
A clouded mind.
Can't think straight.

I've been tortured,
Left with no second to breath.
My innocence has been striped off.
I lack food on the table.
Left with no choice but to steal;
from all these smiling
faces around me.
They gat their pockets filled.
.
My parents are long gone in a
fearful sleep.
Am alone with no love.
Hate I've grown with; in my
Painful chest.
Neglected of my childhood needs.
No freedom I know.
My prob'ems can't share
They won't understand me.
.
They have no ears for me.
Only work with no benefits they
want me to accomplish.
.
That's why I always squeeze the
Fluid in my poking veins.
.
Mind clouded with hate
And torture.
Neglected
Am alone with no love.