Your life because of the Drug

So here you are, lying in bed.
Dope has deserted you,
And left you for the dead.
Your mind is aching,
You’re seeing stars.
Your now held captive,
In a prison without bars.
The saddest part is…
You know it won’t end,
So the very next day,
You’ll do it again.
Come it hail or snow,
Sunshine or rain,
You’ll find yourself once again,
Putting a hole in your vein.
With each new hit,
Death comes slow.
But the human part of you
Died long ago
You used to get off on it.
It was such a blast.
But now with every hit,
You pray it’s your last.
Your habit is hungry,
And want to be feed...
Laying in agony,
You wish you were dead.
You were told the future,
Could be better.
But you don’t believe it.
Now all you do is wonder…
“Where is death when I need it?”