high

Apr 29, 2008 - 12:23 PM PST

At first being alone want an option. i needed someone to float above the clouds with me. Then sharing wasn't an option. I wanted it all to myself. Slipping the needle into my arm use to hurt. Now the sting is all i feel. You voice becomes silenced the room spins around me in a blur of colors. Being this high isn't just for fun anymore its the only way i function. I cant live a day without it. It comes before everything. You think you can judge me as an addict, but im just doing what comes natural to me like breathing is natural for you. When that needle slips into my arm its like a breath of fresh air. But that air runs out quick. It will be back when i take another hit.