The life of a addict if you can call it a life at all. Searching thru needles for what was lost or never found. Hiding in holes head held low no way out lost in time left behind it starts out so easy and fast but the good times don’t last. A dark life on the edge of knife. To be sick so much pain TO SCREEM OUT TO GOD IN VANE. in some city in a house were you know no ones name no money nowhere to turn but do it again and again. The drugs are like a abusive lover rehabs and jails, in hospitals so near to death. Nothing can stop me I will never learn years and years I have walked in the dark countless friends lost to deaths door even as my lovers life fades in my arms, I just wish to do my self more harm take the pain away one more fix. I hate you all a world of hypocrites of you nice warm homes and your cute little dogs and sheltered life’s. You read about me in the paper and think I’m scum perhaps I am till you kids join me turn a blind eye everyone else has. Both of you at work trying to support your home leaving the teenagers to find there way on there own. With drugs or a gun they just might find there way well you work hard and dream of there collage days. Its all not hopeless they don’t have to walk my path talk to them open your eyes a good place to start to save the world is at home. Talk to them and listen take some time to meet there friends if you don’t do it no one will !