im a drug addict
you name it, i lived it
long nights feeling cold
this pain and needle cant get old
out on the streets, bad acid trip
killing for money, save the last hit
living a life of fear and shame
noone else but me to blame
i wonder how i will die
will i be high and then fall from the sky
noone matters but everyone cares
feeling like its not fair
loseing friends and losing love
dont even have enemys to shove
life is gone for me life is at its end
im so gone i dont have a goodbye to send
crying on the phone telling my mom
see if there is such thing as a addict.com
im feeling so numb
here it goes the demons have come.
Wow. this is intense. The most i've ever done is shrooms and weed, and i almost died from laced weed so i can't even image what the rest of it's like. I have friends though that have gotten into that [censored]. One's so far gone he might as well be dead, the other, she checked herself into rehab after two weeks of heroin and has been clean ever since, so i'm not completely lost on this subject...
But anywhoo, about your poem. It was great. The only thing I'd fix is in a few places you left out commas where there need to be some. Just re-read it and you'll see where the natural pauses are, where commas should go.