by Sairravha Davis

Created on: July 07, 2009

JUNKIE DAYS

In my darkest days I write.

Beyond the sounds of needles dropping, cries for god, and help.

I'm a lone junkie.

A disgrace to the modern world that cast me out 3 years ago.

I use to have a husband.

Three of the most wonderful, beautiful children.

I use to wear designer clothes, drive fancy cars, and took the cooperate world by storm.

I use to be pretty.

Now all I see is scars leaving an endless empty trail all over my body.

The fact that I strip to get my daily dose of medicine doesn't bother me.

Just the fact that I'm alone in this cold world, alone in this dark alley that smells like piss when it rains.

The fact that I have up my family, my life, myself.

But the fact that I'm alone, dose not over come the fact I simply can not stop.

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