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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

sad poetry

About the Creator

Tracy Rose

Just a survivor and her writings. ❤️

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