When the pinch
of a needle
being jammed
into your skin
Overrides all
your commen
sense
And the sting you
feel from it
Blocks out all
emotions
Other than
sadness,
anger, and
grief
You try to hold
back tears
Because
people are
watching
And
you think,
"I have to
be strong,
I have to make it"
But its just
too much, and all you
can do
Is pull the
needle that is saving
you from your
skin
Wish you
never had to put it in
again
Only knowing
that...
Its no where
near
over
This is your life
Every day at
least four
times a day
You must repeat this process
As the
struggle for
money
continues
You already feel
like your a
burden to your family
And as college
comes up more
bills must be paid
But your
parents pull through
because they
love you
You feel
completely
alone because
You look at
yourself
Your hands, your
arms, your
stomach, your legs
Covered in
needle marks
Your eyes look around and
all you feel is
judgments
Like people assume
that there
is something wrong with
you
That you chose
this?
And you start
to think,"why me, why this, why now"