Heroin

I am 18 years old I just found out that I spend most of my time sleeping, I am obsessed with it. I have lived for 9,460,800 minutes Most of which I waste on sleep Sleeping is my personal heroin, It lets my arms as a pair of wings to fly me to paradise. When I want to escape from reality, I shoot it up my veins. One day, my mom was chatting with her friends, When they discussed my studies, I looked down at my shoes while their children smiled smugly. Their smiles struck my wings like lighting The path to my paradise began to disappear I thought I could use my broken wings to open their eyes so that they would see my true face But this was just my imagination I needed a hit so bad that I slept for 3 days Feeling likes a puppet, no pain as my strings are pulled My dream leads me into that sense again, I looked at their lips and heard their words, proudly I say to her friends, “I am better than your child.” When I awake, I feel my emotions flood back to me stronger than before When I was in high school, I worked so hard but I still couldn’t achieve a score to be proud of When I see my father’s rough hands, I am shamed by my B Grade Paper. Then I begin to think what I can do for him, I ask: “DAD! Can I go to get a part-time job? “No, getting back to your studies!” I prepared to take another shot of heroin To help me pretend as if nothing happened I used to think that sleeping would solve my ailments But I realized I realized that I am escaping Like boxers hide behind their gloves Like timid warriors escape from the battlefields These years, I am search in for peace But opiate feeling blinds my eyes