Speak Up

it's a wonderful feeling, just give it a shot I can try it just once, either I'll like it or not I tie off my arm and grab the syringe trust me on this, I can't lose, only win I find a vein and give it a poke I slowly push down and inject all the dope what a relief as my body feels warm but this is only the beginning, the calm before the storm 6 months later, i'm shaking and sore my body cries out, please give me some more! but the dope man is gone, he's lost this war to the very same thing I desperately cry out for i'm cold and alone, only wanting to forget how I threw myself down into this bottomless pit just one more blast and I swear i'll be done but once is a mirage that disappears with the sun nighttime falls and I struggle for breath I close my eyes and prepare for death this is the end, I've lost this fight if only I knew that what I know tonight I take my last breath I can no longer pretend this drug has consumed me, it was never my friend she will be dearly missed, I hear the minister say then they all bow their heads and being to pray God help the suffering addict, all those who can't say no please give them the strength, the strength to let go!