Just give me just give me
my happy stick,
Can’t live without it I
just feel sick,
Light it up fill my lungs
let me chill,
Swallow me a couple
of them happy pill,
But their not enough
to curb the edge,
I need more something stronger to stay walking
on the ledge,
A spoon give me a spoon
need my liquid gold,
Fill the needle fill the needle
i need that “don’t care” to take hold,
Feel it rushing
through my veins,
Masking the pain washing it away
like torrential rains,
Lay back just breathe ride the high
now hidden is the pain the sorrow,
Tell myself I’m not addicted
but I’ll need my hit on the morrow….
.x.
An empty space.... 
So, like I’ve said before, I will write about all subjects and, If you think “hey she’s not wrote about that” let me know and I’ll do my best….
While honesty is as always the best policy, you all don’t really need my life story so, Yes I’ve took drugs but, No. I’ve never taken heroin, I’ve seen the damage first hand that it does, families it rips apart and the stories why some friends have taken it and, a few killed themselves from taking to much. I may have taken them in past but I’ve learned from my mistakes and even though it’s so shit arsed hard sometimes, there is always a better way and someone is always there to help, but first you have to want the help….
You express yourself beautifully and many of us have been in the same place that you are. I hope it helps to know that. Self-expression is one of the most important things that you can do to release pain, by making beauty out of the chaos.