What the fuck

Needle staring up at me, asking me to release pressure for the both of us.

I can't remember what it feels like to live again.
I can't realize I'm acting weird again.
I can't seem to break this illusion of sanity again.

Everything goes black, as the heroin goddesses attack.

Couple of minutes pass by I guess

..……"mommy?! Mommy? Wake up mommy your bleeding!"

………"stay with us Kayla- we're  doing our best!"

God I felt great
should've left me to sleep
before my drastic fate

4 years in prison-child abuse.
"If you had him with you, WHY would you use?"

My poor baby boy, his heart is torn up...
Mommy don't love you, she'd rather shoot up.
Most disgusting feeling in the pit of my gut.
Wait, what have I done?!
What the fuck?

(I know it's all over the place and could be improved, i don't really give a fuck)
:)