I am sitting here with a needle in my hand, the contents in it...
only make me think of the demand it takes on my body, heart, and soul.
But if I'm too far gone, I hope you leave my body whole.
The times I have spent laid out in a corner,
makes me think of my days,
that have gone and went.
For now I see my outer is only a shell of who I used to be, my whole body spent.
My dreams, aspirations, and goals all seem hopeless now,
now that I see my surringe is a little less than full.
So my last wish before I fully inject and slip away,
is to not blame yourself for making me be this way.