Don'T Do It, Don'T Try It Poem by Anna Haines

Heroine..

that first injection what a rush…
that second injection what a rush…
that third injection what a rush…

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he takes a long hard look at what once was a arm a healthy arm now all scars and bruises...shakes his head but still grabs that needle…

that fourth injection wow what a rush even more so than the other 3 am i even alive? i feel my body rushing like it can’t stop i need it.. i need it more than ever now….

the fifth injection… i dont want it… but i need it..

the sixth injection… this time a little bit more maybe i will get a little more of a rush than ever before…

maybe it will last a lot longer…

maybe a life time….

maybe for eternity….

as he stuck that needle in all the way and injected that drug… everything seems ok.. that nothing can hurt him anymore… that he will feel free from all of lifes problems… that it will heal his life and make him feel good about himself that he's on top of the world when in reality…

its a long and painful life
a slow death just waiting to happen
and before he knew it his eyes shut
his heart slows a beat
he stop breathing
he's dying…
he's dead..