Junky

I sit here with this spoon and syringe and push it in

to release a new feeling within.

To break away the stress and the pain

from myself and living in vain.

My cells thirst and my soul hurts

why in the hell am I so heavily cursed.

With this blood that's so anciently bad

that runs down through my mom from my great grand dad.

-A sick cycle, an everyday hell-

It burns and I yearn for these holes in my soul

to be sewn and mend,

to one day be put back together again.

So I pray and I wait for the Lord to take this away

before it's too late and I wind up dead,

and they close the casket

and I miss all that life had to offer,

like falling in love and being a father.

All because I got high,

a selfish act that I live to die.

By: Matthew H.