Drugs
I’ll never learnLoading it up
Again,
Only excuse left
Me high and dry
Again,
I no longer care
About the release,
It’s no longer about
The high after
The convulsions,
It’s all about the
Numbness that
Goes hand in hand
With the high,
A bonus to the
Already over-priced
Drugs,
Never enough,
Detrimental to my
Very being,
Yet so fulfilling
In unlikely ways
Bleeding hearts
Are patched up
Temporarily,
With every numb
Wave tearing through
You in waves,
Between a syringe and
A lighter,
Always been stuck
On the hard
Decisions,
We’ll always be
This way,
Stuck between the
Needle and the
Flame,
There has to be
Something more
Than this
~Kaitlin Platti~
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