The rush

Tina, what’s up gurl it’s been a few weeks, this is where my cravings seem to be at their peaks.

No longer yearn smoke, or snort it into vape. Now all I yearn most is the worlds greatest escape.

It’s a rush you can’t describe, a sensation you can only feel, The first time it hits you, you finally realise it’s mother fuckin appeal.

I said I’d never do it, I said I’d never shoot up, but a tiny point one is now just my fuckin warm up!

I write to you because I got a call to go to rehab, I put the phone on speaker, but I guess that’s really my bad. right there in the middle of using, everyone realising the lifestyle that I’m abusing.

I’ve been to parties at where judgment has occurred, we are all taking drugs so I find it pretty fuckin onsered. The look of dispair from track marks on my arm, they handle it like I just pulled out a fuckin firearm

I Measure my crystal then crush it to its point, draw up some hot water, dissolved enough to pin-point.

I Point the needle to the sky, tap the barrel so any trapped air says goodbye.

I Push the plunger until you see, no signs of air and all is crystal clear as t.

I’ll restrict my blood flow to find a clear vein. It holds in the rush, so once released it’s my craving I would gain.

I find a spot, stab the skin, draw it first so in the vein it’s in. I take my time as queezy as it seems, I now crave it in my mother fuckin dreams.

As the plunger will take control, it will tease the fabric of my soul.

I see the blood clear as light , I push the plunger at a steady might. I un clip the band around my arm, a steady cough to show its charm.

I Enjoy the heat, the feeling that glows, nothing compares as the real world slips and goes. Feeling incredible as your troubles came to a close, the feeling grows stronger and it mother fuckin shows.

I’m in it for hours, days ,even nights, connections can be made and reach the strongest heights.

The high is beautiful, a place that feels warm, it feels better than reality now your in its mother fuckin storm.

What I’ve just explained, I wish I could take back. I should have listened when I was told I would never want to look back.

Thé day it’s in the veins and you understand how it will feel . It’s now a fighting battle between your high and what is real.

So if you see a pin just lying on the floor, try hard not to judge now I’ve just explained the score.

All it took was a simple try, Always chasing for a stronger high. Telling truth hurts and it’s why most are shy, because we are all afraid of the question why?

What you hear now, this isnt just me. This could be your lover, family or friend it could be.

The craving in the veins is stronger than your will, You’ll want a better life but now shooting up has become your biggest thrill.

Unless you know you will never understand, that the poison that’s released, hits that mother fuckin dreamland.

If you are offered to shoot up, tell that mother fucker to back the fuck up.

I want a future, I don’t wanna die,

So I gotta let recovery be my only Fukin high.

I can’t tell you how hard this bitch is to stop using, she’s got my mother Fuckin soul and it’s clear she’s abusing.

My family want me back, doing everything they can, to finally put and end to her fucked up master plan.