Sitting against the wall rising, beginning to fall the substance is cooking I truly hope no one is looking.
Filling the needle, to the very tip Must not be wasteful, must not let it drip Quickly, quickly, must find the vein Insert it, relish in the pain.
Spinning, spiraling, dancing out of control the monster under my bed just became real the monster has my life, my every deal
Everyone watches me, haunting me the walls are bleeding the voices are telling me what to do say goodbye, the new me is not the one you knew
To anyone who reads this, I have not now, nor have I ever abused, used or condoned drugs. However, I believe in marijuana to be something other than a so-called "harmful drug". This is only my opinion, but I have had no experience with recreational drugs or street drugs.