I've become an addiction. Whether I use or not, it's what I am. The thought of being high taunts my every breath. The needle is my air and the pipe is my blood. How can I live without it? I do not want to fall back into that, but it seems it's the only way. |
Go to sleep, and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies...
With a heart full of pain,
and a mind full of shame...