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You lie in bed.
You tremble and sweat.
It’s your very existence
You’ve come to regret.

You feel like you’re dying,
You’re whole body is sore.
One thing is for sure,
You’re a prisoner of war.

Your emotion run high,
The fear is so real.
You don’t have enough strength,
Not even to cry.

So, here you are
Lying in bed,
Dope has deserted you,
And left you for dead.

Your mind is aching,
You’re seeing stars,
You’re now held captive
In a prison without bars.

The saddest part is,
You know it won’t end.
The very next day,
You’ll go it again.

Come hail or snow,
Sunshine or rain,
You’ll find yourself once again
Putting a hole in your vein.

With each new hit,
Death comes so slow,
But the human part of you.
Died long ago.

You know depression is ready to set in,
When you wake up hating the life you have created within,
Look into the sun filled the sky,
Let the warmth deeply apply,
To fill your heart and your soul.

Black sun rays fall upon my soul
Casting dark shadows,
Causing it to become withered and grow cold.
Today just the same,
Tomorrow just the same,
Yesterday is gone, but the pain will never go away,
The clock hands are ticking backwards it seems
Things that have happened in the past seem to be coming back,
Striped away from all that makes me sane,
Now drowning in the sorrow of the black sun rays.

THE END!!!
By Stacey Green

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