The black of the belt tightening around your thin arm
The silver glint of the needle on the counter
The blue of your veins popping out your arm trying to run away
Trying to run away from the drug
They know what is coming
They try to hid under the white of your skin
You love the thrill
They know better
God loves everyone
I don’t believe that **** anymore
God loves everyone
But not you
Not me
Not your mom
Not your dad
Not your sister
You choose the drug
You choose to be a slave
Working for money
Not to buy clothes
To buy the heroin
But did you know!?
“That **** will kill you”
I told you
I told you so
I have nothing else to say
I told you so
But I didn’t stop you!.
Any feedback!? I know I don't have any puncuation in it but i am seeing if it is worth cleaning up!. I don't know anything about poetry!. I just wrote what came to my mind!.Www@QuestionHome@Com