This Is Goodbye

It's sad when the only light in your life is one that is held under an object. It stirs and creates a demon that can't wait to get into your veins, and one day without it makes you go crazy like you gone insane. So you do anything to get you a dollar to get you a bag, then you race home to fill a needle with shaking hands. Then relief. But relief from what? All of your family and friends and all the objects you own in your life. You'll do anything for it you no longer care what is right. You no longer care you don't own a door with a lock, and you no longer care the roof over your head is just a cardboard box. You wear long sleeves to conceal your truth, your ashamed that's why you hide the abuse. You even once sucked up water from a toilet just to get high, yet you still ain't realized your tired of living a lie. Just look at the sores on your arm, do you know that they call it a track? Just what would it take to finally get your life back? And if life don't mean anything to you, everyone else you can please, by putting this gun to your head and letting the bullet release. That's when it hit me, something just clicked in my head, just as I was filling a rig so my demon could get fed. I am tired this isn't the life for me, and I finally opened my eyes so now I can see. If I change now just look at the message it would send. I might even gain some respect back from my family and friends. I'm no longer ashamed, so I won't hide the abuse. So this is goodbye to long sleeves that use to conceal the truth. Goodbye to being tired of how I'm living my life, goodbye to the nodding and sickly feeling at first light. Goodbye to all the sores that use to cover my arm, goodbye to the rigs that did me nothing but harm. You see, my life does have meaning regardless of what everyone else said. That's why I'm saying goodbye to this gun I once held to my head. Change has to start now, and that I can now see. And it's all thanks to this goodbye letter that I am finally free.