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Final countdown
Needle in hand,
Spoon to fire,
Tied the rubber band,
These tools I require.
Inserted the needle
Collapsed a vein.
They've gone feeble,
To the drug I'm chained.
Sobbing and shaking,
Alone with myself,
Hurting and aching,
The worst I've felt.
Cold,tired,and sick
Hurting all over,
I crave another fix,
It’s difficult being sober..
Spoon to fire,
Tied the rubber band,
These tools I require.
Inserted the needle
Collapsed a vein.
They've gone feeble,
To the drug I'm chained.
Sobbing and shaking,
Alone with myself,
Hurting and aching,
The worst I've felt.
Cold,tired,and sick
Hurting all over,
I crave another fix,
It’s difficult being sober..
Published 11th Nov 2016
| Edited 18th Dec 2020
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28th Sep 2017 9:49am
Unfortunately I know the feeling of this hell, love the write , take each day as it comes brother.
6th Oct 2017 2:42pm
