Prick after prick...
I start to bleed...
This poison dart...
Is all I need...
This poison concoction. ..
That helps me hang on...
Makes me feel good...
Like nothing is wrong...
As it enters my body...
And enters my vein...
It makes me feel "well"...
And kills all the pain...
Euphoria follows...
Then I start to float...
Then everything's warm...
Like i'm wearing a coat...
It makes me feel fuzzy...
And happy inside...
I can't live without it...
Believe me, i've tried...
I can not control it...
I'm under it's spell...
It's like i'm in prison...
All alone, in a cell...
If I don't have it...
It feels like i'll die...
I'm a slave to the needle...
I love getting high...
But, what goes up...
Must come down...
This bliss doesn't last...
So, don't mess around...
Many have died...
Chasing the dream...
Heroin addiction..
Is worse than it seems...
DEDICATED to all those we have "LOST IN VEIN"...
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Author:
zoilableux (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was addicted to heroin for 13yrs. Quitting it was most painful, hardest, hopeless thing i've ever done in my life. I lost a lot of friends and people I love to heroin. It took 3yrs. for me to start really recovering and feeling like myself again. I wanted to find meaningful and creative way to describe and express how it made me feel without being judged and called a junkie. This poem is the only beautiful thing heroin ever gave me. Hope it doesn't offend anyone.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
very powerful and insightful. very well written!
Wonderfully written and expressed Great write.
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