My Life Through Hell and Back

So it's been awhile since I've been on here let alone wrote anything. I've found some old pieces of literature I'd like to share. I read back on my past works and find myself in utter disappointment. They lack life and for that I apologize, but they do illustrate the dark times I had in my life. Requiem for Heroin is probably the only piece I thoroughly felt connected because time still hasn't completely healed that wound. I offer a more in depth "short story" of that account in this next piece. I hope it illustrates the struggle and the overcoming of my past. Thank You.