Hold. Why do you
Abuse? You used to
Sing for joy all day
In your dorm, away from parents with
No idea how hard you have it, how much you
Give. Do I stand by while you
Throw away your career, your
Happiness, your family? You needed help,
Even before the needle found a permanent place in your
Destroyed arm, the veins shrinking away from your
And hatred towards yourself.
Get up! You ARE beautiful. Heroin will not make the monsters go away,
Only wake you at night. Sleep is too peaceful for your master to allow.
No therapy you scream,but is methadone any better?
Please, just get help.