~Prayers of a Recovering Herion Addict~

      As I sit here alone not feeling no love
   No point in my arm, No drugs in my blood.
      Weeks have gone by, and I still feel the pain
   But I still won't stick black into my viens.
       I Hold my head up high as I go on with life
   But in my big heart, It feels like a knife.
       It rips at my heart, Slashing away
   With a tear in my eye, I begin to pray.
       I've lost all that is close, and so dear to me.
   I've lost some close friends, and most of my family.
       Still praying to God, that I can stay strong
   I hold my head up high, and keep moving along.
       I remember my friends, That will never come back.
   They now sit with God, All because of the Smack.