Needle in my arm, chasing shadows in the night,

Needle in my arm, chasing shadows in the night, Whispers in my head, they don’t ever feel right, Lost in the abyss, where the demons take flight, Grief wrapped around me like a shroud, holding tight. Memories of you haunt me, every hit feels wrong, But the pain's like a song, and I’m singing along, Fighting with my mind, but the battle’s prolonged, Drowning in the sorrow, where the heartstrings are strong. Every flashback cuts deeper than the blade I wield, Searching for a solace, but the truth’s concealed, Chasing ghosts of the past, but the wounds never healed, In the dark, I’m the one that the addiction revealed. Heart heavy as lead, every breath feels like sin, I’m a prisoner of this cycle, can’t escape from within, Grief and the needle, they’re my closest kin, In this twisted game of life, where the struggle won’t thin.