My life slipped farther and farther as the needle pierced my skin, my thoughts flew higher and higher as the remedy settled in, my conscience left waiting impatiently at the door, yelling to me 'get a grip' when my mind tells me just once more. Ill stop tomorrow I promise, I swear. Just one more night me and the drug I think i might be in love. I'm stuck in this haze. I'm gone , my future is running away, running from this mess Ive created of my life left me here to suffer what Ive begun, to face the monster that I am.