These secrets will kill us..

Spoon, needle, lighter.

The noose starts pulling tighter.

Fire under the metal.
The heroin starts to bubble.

Sucking through the syringe.

Feeding my comulsive binge.

Pushing it into my skin,

I forget where I've been.

Injecting the sweet liquid,

My body starts to get heated.

This is everything I needed.

I am defeated.



Razor, mirror, dollar bill.

I go shaky with the thrill.

Separate  the lines of white.

Instantly, my needs ignite.

Roll the dollar, do it quick.

I need to get that lovely fix.

Before I snort, I see my reflection

Reminding me this isn't fiction.

I push the warning to the side.

A desire burns in my eyes.

Snort hard & enjoy the ride.

Inside I have died.



Razor, wrist, and interal pain.

A heart full of guilt and shame.

Let's end what we're going through.

Slide the sharp end, watch the view.

My favorite color consumes my wrist.

Blood and skin come together and kiss.

Take a deep breath, relax.

The pain is released at last.

No one has to understand.

This is part of who I am.

Sometimes I don't give a damn.

Then I realize I only ran.

Guy, a girl, either one.

Let's just get on with the fun.

Sneak them in; quiet them down.

Communicate without making a sound.

Slow caress. Intimacy.

This is where I want to be.

A build up and a break.

This cannot be a mistake.

The climax is surreal.

This is how you make me feel.

Take a break. Exhale.

Now I realize I have failed.

A cigarette and a light.
And my anxiety is out of sight.


Intoxicated by the smell.
Escaping a world of hell.


Lungs hijacked by the smoke.
Just one more drag - one more toke.


It's just my way of staying sane.
Everyone's got their own game.


They tell me to quit. I refuse.
At least it isn't the booze.
I'm trying so hard not to use.


But still, in the end, I lose.