Needle In My Hand
i see the looks on their faces
my heart rate starts to race
what have i done
who have i become
my conscience eats me
my addiction defeats me
wanting to be numb
forgetting where i'm from
the needle in my hand
is my strongest demand
i try to fight
my chest becomes tight
take that look off your face
i know i'm a disgrace
i am sick
my demons lay it on thick
Copyright © Marcie Keene | Year Posted 2009
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