Of the many ways to deal with pain
you chose ******
Numb you became
Sitting in a corner
while conversing to your inner demons  
Asking them why they exist
They reply, you created us out of fear
Now we are here
You summoned us, with every hit
To activate them you inject chemicals in your veins
Chasing highs while waking up to lows
Taking hits
Ending up with a face full of blows
Nose full of blow
Glass table full of credit cards
used to cut the dope, emotions in a noose tide in a rope

An addict at best
at worst dead and buried alive