In the shadows of my mind, the chains are tight,
Whispers of escape, in the dead of night.
A fleeting moment of peace, so rare and slight,
Lost in a haze, where wrong feels right.

The needle’s touch, a deceptive friend,
Promises of solace, that never end.
Each dose a step, on a path to bend,
Towards a darkness, I can’t defend.

Faces blurred, in a fog of despair,
Loved ones reaching, with a desperate prayer.
Yet, in this abyss, I’m barely aware,
Of the pain I cause, the burden they bear.

Hope flickers dimly, a distant star,
Redemption’s journey, feels ever so far.
But within me lies, a battle-scarred scar,
Yearning to break free, from addiction’s bar.