Jack it up.A Poem by PixieblueI can't even begin. I guess this is about a friend of mine. A life i got caught up in for a while. Injecting is another form of self harm.
There's ghosts in the air,
walking in and around life with pain in their eyes and death in their stare. Walk with me, I've found the road to never-land. Take my hand, ill show you down the cold hard alleys. Jack it up, intravenously. Dose it up, can you feel the spike digging into you internally. Hopelessly, praying someone will find you. Endlessly, as always they were too late. They watch you die on the floor as your bleeding, screaming no more. Whats it gonna be this time, another line? Of what, because nothings enough. So just tip your bag in the table, crush it, feeling unable. Roll up a note, put it to your nose, snuff the substance that makes you feel old. Cocaine, Ketamine? Cards on the floor again, tried playing a game and lost everything. One more time my friend, let me build it up and crash it down. I'm in pain again, screaming agony while the monster laughs at me. My inner demon. I let it in. And now there's no way out, don't scream, don't shout. Fill up the needle and dig it in. How much was in this. Its funny how this begins. Im on the floor again, i said one more again, again and again, and now... I don't feel any pain. © 2014 PixieblueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorPixiebluekent, gravesend, United KingdomAboutI'm Leah. Here's a few things to know about me: I'm an artist. I'm a musician. I'm a writer. I have ADHD. I'm dark at heart. I think everyone is wonderful who knows how to love and be loved/ .. more..Writing
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