“This Needle”

 

With this needle in my vein,

I once escaped the hurt and pain.

But now none of it goes away,

It’s no longer just a game I play.

My body and mind can’t go without,

I’m addicted there is no doubt.

Seeing the truth was the easy part,

Cause recovery can’t be bought at Wal-Mart.

It’s the one thing I just can’t seem to get,

Making it seem like I don’t give a shit.

Yet, that isn’t it, no not at all,

Sobriety seems to be my brick wall.

I try and try, time and again,

But this battle I just can’t win.

One shot at a time, I’ve gone insane,

Hearing the whistle of my death train.

Day by day, I slip further away,

Losing my grip try as I may.

Not able to ask or talk about,

Losing all hope of finding a way out.

Day and night watching my world fall apart,

Not knowing the end, lost from the start.

Wishing there was a way to forget,

All that I’ve done, all of this shit.

Every mistake, each fix and call,

Each shot and every wasted 8-ball.

Dying inside as I wait for the end,

Wondering will this needle be my only friend?

 

By: Miranda Jo Mitchell

 

August 26, 2011