Story of a Drug-Addict

He locked the door
In his hand a bag with tools
A shot, a lighter, powder and spoons
The powder white as snow
He boiled it with water
The lighter spitting fire
The mixture boiling
He put it in the booster
He knew he'd be there soon
He felt the needle touching his skin
Then pressing it into his vein
He didn't feel any pain
The pain he got used to so long ago
A feeling he knew perfectly
A feeling that made him free
He pushed the serringe
The liquid flowing into his blood
On his skin I found a deepened cut
He put the tools in the bag
His body filled with ease
Going back into his room
He passed the parents that never knew
Sitting on the sofa and drinking out of mugs
While their son was getting away and taking drugs
They didn't know that soon
He would go and never return
But they never cared that he would learn
The warmhearted feeling of a family
It drove him into insanity
The only thing that got him away
Were the drugs he took everyday
He gave himself a last shot
Without hesitating a lot
He couldn't afford the drugs no more
It kind of pushed him out the door
He left the world because of his misery
He never had a chance to make history
He lived in a world of his own
Always being alone
He always seemed very brave
Now there's nothing but his grave