Nostalgic.

Sad are the memories of when you were high, hurt is the word who helped you get by. Ashamed are all those who fell for your tricks. Strong are the roots of the place you come from.

It feel so right, what an evil treat. Hunger pains gnaw yet you cannot eat. You'll never defeat this hell you created. Is it everything you anticipated? Your happiness faded, your world now black. Running endeavor forever, you can never go back. You can't get out, you can't escape. Just one hit is all it takes. Sketching, crashing, uncontrollable shakes, delusions, confusion, your heart now breaks. The sweet taste you'll always crave. The addiction you'll fight until you grave. Random rage you can't explain. Guilt and sadness forever pain. Never enough, you need much more. Panic paranoia, shut and lock the door. Absorbed to the core and lost in thought. Laying on the floor waiting to rot. Sought for help but nobody cares. Cold and scared, disgusted stares. You're beginning to look like the rest of them, Frantically searching for a friend. Under the bed? In the bathroom? Another statistic, another label. You greedily need another hit. One after another, oh you cannot quit. A bottomless pit of sorrows and lies. Consuming your mind, you won't be fine. You'll depend on it for happiness. But the bliss you feel doesn't really exist. Haunting you in your nightmare dreams, open your mouth to release silent screams.

Help me please, take it all away.
Pull me back when i go astray.