DannyScript

Needles always buried in my skin.
Presumed bliss drawing me in.
Pills, coke, dope .. Open bottles of aspirin.

This hell is my life now.
I don’t look forward to anything good .. don’t expect to be saved by any bell.
I know this addiction is a prison.
Sad thing is, it’s one I’ve chosen to be in.
Life in the ghetto … Call them bad friends, but they were the only ones who were ever there.
I admit, following them is what has led me into this dark lair.
No one gets me, no one understands.
I’ve never been treated right, Life has never been fair.
The drugs have been the only way I could ever relax.
I’ve tried a couple times to quit only to relapse.
Too many voices in my head, showing me my flaws, making me feel like ending it all.
Making me want to die.
I need this ……. I need the high ……… I need to ……. fly.
Yeah! Don’t remind me, I know I’m damned, my mind is jammed.
These so-called Christians see me and all they see is a soul that is condemned.
They never look beyond to see the broken man I really am.

The drugs gave me a voice. gave me strength…. keeps me calm through the noise.
I…. I had to make a choice… had to fill this emptiness …. this void.
I’ve tried so hard ……. (sobs)…… I’ve really tried
I just can’t help myself.
I’ve sold the littlest things I own just to grab a hit.
Don’t remember the last time I had a change of clothes, I stink like sh*t.
I’m dying slowly, I’m digging my own pit.
I had dreams.
I had aspirations too.
I’m only a shadow of my former self, the man I am now, I have no clue.
It’s not me, it’s not my fault… I can’t be blamed ….. It’s the drugs …… hmmm … such a drudge.
I’ve tried everything I can to quit but i just can’t say No.
I’ve fallen so low, God, where did you go?

This has become an endless obsession.
How do I get out of this depression?
How do I break free from this addiction?