It’s Just Me and My Needles

You're tearing into my skin.
I can't explain why, but I love the high you give me.
You have caused me to transform into this walking demon.
My loved ones will never forgive me, but I know you will,
until I need more of you, each time I use you.
You have me begging for you more and more.
Each time I feel you in my veins, I only become a psychopath.
I think I'm addicted, but that's okay
because you make me feel satisfied.
When you escape my body, I'm sick and I'm craving more of you.
I just have to keep you my dirty little secret,
from the people who would turn us in.

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