Real Life

Chains of the Needle Love A fire in my veins, a whisper in my head— just one more hit, it says, though I’m half-alive, half-dead. The streets don’t sleep, and neither do I. Chasing shadows, trading truth for a lie. Once I was someone, a face with a name, now I’m a ghost drowning in shame. Every promise I’ve broken still screams in my ear, every hand that reached out I pushed away in fear. The high feels like heaven, but the crash feels like hell. I’ve built myself a prison with no bars, just a smell. Family prays, friends turn cold, I sell my soul for a fix to hold. But deep in the dark, a spark still survives— a voice that whispers, "You’re still alive." If only I could fight, if only I believed, maybe one day I could finally be free.