ME
I sat in my cell and wondered, “how can this be?”
My next thought was what?
You know who I am. I am me.
I am a crackhead, a junkie,
a real piece of sh__.
I don’t care who I hurt
defending my next hit.
Days into weeks, into months, into years.
My family has shed so many tears.
But that’s not enough to make me stop.
Here I am again.
I am going to cry.
Well, this is it.
That was all my cash.
The pin prick, the drawback,
here comes the red flash.
I hope it is enough to make it all end.
God, don’t let me wake up
and must do this again.
~ S.R.