Dear heroin in the needle,

So evil and deceitful,
Full of spite, I held you close every night,
While you destroyed my life, twisted and sick.

Toxic, unable to quit,
I neglected my love, perfected my drug,
Infected, I've injected and ingested,
Suffering is where I'm invested.

Shattered and tattered,
Addiction devours my psyche like an incurable cancer,
deaths the answer
i Push, pry and try to defy the excuse I use to justify my high.

Still haven't put the past behind me,
How long will I allow my dysfunctional youth define me?
Cries for help are subliminal,
My only pain reliever is considered criminal.

I wish, oh I wish,
I could permanently close my eyelids,
Forget it all, an introvert who hides behind a proverbial wall.

Blood loss in a bathroom stall,
Once again, I've lost it all,

I dwell alone in my self-loathing, true feelings never showing.

Unfortunately, heroin is the one and only to comfort and hold me closely,
I wasn't supposed to be a junkie...
There is no greater suffering than living with a wasted life.
© Christopher george