Dope sick

The sickness starts your day again, from the first high ever since. Wake up with a wretched taste and dry ring around your lips. You light a cigarette for taste and to give your mouth a rinse. Your feen hits hard and withdrawal makes your stomach knot and twist. Cold shaking under covers and relentless crawling skin. Uneasiness and restless legs cause sweaty fists to clinch. Black eyes fill with water, your body starts to flinch. A word back from your dealer, relieves some of the pain. Get the cash and head my way, right turn on empty lane. This daily trip, this panic leads to more of just the same. Burned everyone that cared for you, it hurts to hear your name. Your heart is drowned by selfish thoughts, leaving true emotions lame. This drug just causes trouble, leaves you with all the blame. You fear that it will take it all, strip life of all you gained. The thought of losing all you love for a drug must seem insane. The screaming voice of withdrawal says "Trust, the dragon can be tamed". This crutch that carries us around, limps fixed by junkies canes. The dead and lost remind you of the price you to pay to play. You won't see any wins, or ties just losers in this game. No value to possessions now, you'd give all away. You'd sell your last 5 days on earth to not get be sick today. This could be the last mistake, to many times you came. Till all you leave you family with is your face inside a frame. To rob the ones you love of time, just memories to fade. You burden those who loved you most with unimaginable pain. I'm glad I wrote this truth I feel, from somewhere these words came. Accepting help and shelter now, I'm not stuck in the rain. I only want laughter, love, and cheer tied to my name. Just need help from higher source to get me through today.