I hide behind this glass of smoke, inhaling all these crystals until I choke. I feel invincible as it grips me with its strong hold, suffocating my hurt rolling down the back of my throat. I watch as the glass turns black, the rock become nothing but some ash, the Ice start to melt and crack back, the intensity created, becoming my ultimate blast. Consuming more and more, so this peace and happiness will last. Put everything I own, together in a line. Roll up my last dollar bill, and all of it's gone in no time. and I thought I was happy, until I didn't have a dime. The effects wear off, the hardness turns soft, Your mind,a compass,and you're still lost. You see you were totally wrong, your many chances far to gone, Time spent in this pursuit lasted way to long. Eyes start to water everytime you hear that old song, but who made you happy already moved on, so you go back to this happy medicine, but never seem to get along. You never get the rush that you had before, never feels good, you just keep doing it cause you know it should. You start thinking new ways, to feel just that one high, something you've been scared of this whole time, but then again, you're not really suprised. at the point where you could care less if you lived or died, Harsh reality of life causes you to run and hide, keep all your pain that tortures you inside. And as you're debating this new high, You finally break down and start to cry. lost gazing in the mirror can't look yourself in the eye voices in your head tell you suicide, lost your treasured pride, So you begin to lie, telling yourself it won't hurt just one time. Look in the closet and you find it. A syringe and a bag of shit. start shaking a little bit, blame it on your stress, like im about to get over it. You roll up your sleeve and find a vein, feeling more and more tired of people and their hurtful games. Insert it in,and draw the blood, Feel the strength fill up inside, and the fear of needles was just another lie. You love yourself all over again, and can't see why people don't give this a try. Speeds through you like a freight train, taking you to new heights like an advanced air plane, thoughts become more sane, and you finally feel like you can do anything. Things are going good so you start to use more and more but then you become trapped in this scene where your lifes worse than it used to seem. What made you so blind to see? You used to be so scared of needles that you wouldn't take phlebotomy. Everything soon becomes dark, loose the will to try and talk. Nothing moves forward, your whole world stops. Everything that you put up,suddenly drops. You're finally at the bottom with no way of reaching the top. You crush up all your rocks as you search for a sock Tie it around your arm in a real tight knot. All your veins left suddenly pop, killed by the drug abuse and after shock. Standing in front of the mirror for your very last high, didn't listen to the voices at first,atleast you tried. Find the biggest vein that's still visible on your neck, Syringe is full and you welcome death. Insert it in and draw back the blood. Flush it down and you only wish you always felt so good. You fall to the ground, As your insides pound, and that is the only sound. You simply lost the fight, and the last thing you see in this troubled life is your only loved one that actually tries. Can't look at her as she starts to cry, so you just do what you've always done, and close your eyes.