My veins burn, they are on fire. I feel the rush as the pain goes away. Everything is not all right, I am high once again. I can only go a day or so before I have to get it again. It takes part of my life from me, but I cannot do without it. I have tried to put it down, but it has a hold on me. At first, it was something to do with friends, now I need it to live. What was I thinking when I started this? Someone said let's have some fun. I was all right on my own, I didn't need it, I just wanted to fit in. Now I am addicted and I can't break the chains. I am a prisoner to my own desires to feel high and forget about the pain that comes when I try to break free. Addicted to something, that has taken so much from me.