My Drug Poem by Natasha StubbsEnnis

More, I need more,
I haven’t had a dose,
For about three days.
My blood needs it,
I need the adrenaline,
Pumping through my veins,
I need the feel,
Of the needle,
The metal,
Underneath my skin,
Without it,
I’ll collapse,
I’ll die,
It’s all gone,
Out of my system,
I’ve got some money,
The drug dealer’s just
Down the road,
But they’ve run out,
I think I’m gonna explode,
There’s another,
Half a mile away,
But I’m not sure,
How much I need to pay.
Ahh…
The needles in,
Underneath my skin
I push my drug,
Into my blood,
It feels so good,
My mate said,
I overdosed,
But he don’t know,
What overdosed is,
The needle
Takes away my fears,
So I lie in bed,
A pillow beneath my head,
Thinking about,
What he said,
Did I overdose?
Surely not,
I don’t know,
I think I forgot.
Lying all alone,
But you know me,
I’m not gonna moan,
I pull the covers,
Over my head,
Still thinking,
About what he said,
I close my eyes,
The numbness,
Takes over,
I dream,
About needles,
Drugs and drinks.
I think, in the end,
I never woke up,
From that sleep,
I don’t know,
Who even wept.