My Drug

I shiver; I shake.

My blood gushes,

This pain I cannot take.

My mind rushes.

I lay here

In my cold, dark bed

Full of fear,

Wishing I was dead.

But it is the only way

To become free.

Nothing I can say

Can cleanse me.

I won’t let it win,

But it fights rough.

This drug is a sin,

And it is tough.

I took it so long,

It is in my veins.

But that’s not where it belongs,

Causing all my pains.

Why did I choose

To even start?

It became the light and fuse

To the destruction of my heart.

Well I was tired,

And I was sad.

That’s why I became wired

To something so bad.

There is no explanation

For what I have done;

For my fascination

With this sort of “fun”.

So to finally stop

I must quit it all.

To reach the top

I must first fall.

I know it will be hard,

But I will try my best

To strengthen my guard,

So I can, at last, rest.

So this is where

I am now;

I am almost there.

To give in, I cannot allow.

I will lose this “mark”.

I will always fight.

Through the dark

I finally see the light.