The devil you've become
A poem to the heroin addict who took away my will to live.
By Tracy Rose Published 6 years ago • 1 min read

Clouds of smoke
Trying to grasp my last hope
Can’t do this anymore
Can’t go on alone
Tears stained with emptiness
And love traced with pain
Medicine pulsing running through his veins
Drugs bleed in
Hurt bleeds out
Screaming
But shutting my mouth
I loved you
I love you
I’ll always love you
As you bury me awake
Wishing I could hug you
My eyes shut tight
My breath runs cold
Was this worth it to you
To take my soul
The needle in your hands
A metaphor for a gun
You’re not in trouble
So no need to run
It was ur addiction that killed me
Right?
Isn’t this true
Are you caught red handed?
Or is your blood bright blue
About the Creator
Tracy Rose
Just a survivor and her writings. ❤️




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