Addiction

My friend Keith gave me what I needed to write this poem. This is real. The addiction was real.

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The needle screams my name.
The rubber around my arm.
The medication in place.
The metal near my vein.

"This is the last hit
I'll ever take" I convince
myself.
My friends giving me
the evil glare.
They know what'll happen.
They know what it can do.

I pierce my skin and let
the medication do what
it's supposed to do.
I can feel it run
through my veins.

The next three years
are all the same.
The medication is all
I have.
My friends try to stop
me.
You think I listen?
Of course not.

Three years, all the highs.
The hospital visits.
The OD's.
The Accident.

The addiction that
ruined my life.
Ruined my friendships.
A Three year addiction
cost me all I really
had.