Junkie
When does it happen
the point when you
become a junkie
and find that life
becomes a pill popping
game to stay awake
or go to Sleep
to feel nothing
or to feel it all

Where does it end
sticking your finger
down your throat
so you can puke
and not have your parents
find you overdosed
maybe being lucky
to make it
another day
Or does it end
in white linen
friends and family crying
"we should have known"
As they bury you by your friends
who shared the same fate
at a young age

How does it happen so fast
when it starts off slow
this and that taken
here or there,
becoming a Pharmacist
making concotions
manufacturing death
and soon it becomes
your greatest inscurity
you only count
what you've got left
to get you to the next
stocking up like
the apocolypse is coming
afraid the world will end
if your supply runs dry
eating them like candy
enjoying them like a movie
as you play no active part
your senses dulled
you are not you

When do your days matter
when you can not remember
the last time you slept
or the last time you ate
when everything is surreal
and you are stuck
in a state of mind
that only feeds
on your confusion
thinking of how long
you should wait
between your doses
or if one will interact
with what you just took
to make it past the last one
you shouldn't have taken
but did because you wanted
to feel what you felt
in the beginning
no longer getting
the same euphoric effects

when do the others find out
when you lose so much weight
you look like death
when your withdrawls leave you
in the bathroom for hours
when you don't remember
what happened the day before
will it be when you crash
and sleep for days
severly depressed
unable to function
or will you be left to die
in a bathtub

When is enough enough?

Can you stop something
you can not control?

How do You control something
you can not stop?