To him the needles like a getaway
He preps his skin gets the needle and pushes in
It hurts at first but wait the pleasures coming
A few minutes later he's in his own little dream world
He's clouded out the real world
Hoping to get some time alone , now he's in his zone
High off the stuff but he doesn't care
He thinks its alright and says only for the night
Next day later, he's in the same mood feeling crappy
Looks on the dresser next to bed and sees the needle
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Poems for that Certain Feeling
PoetryJust poems I thought of to help ease pain or possibly make you smile. All of them aren't rainbows and sunshine either. Everything doesn't end happy and everything doesn't end sad.
