HumbleMan10248

Heroin Eyes Copyright for Nicole Bonnivier all rights reserved

Six years ago, I sold my soul that day. Had to get my high, had to get away. " I'm invincible! " said me when I was on smack. No one could reach me to help me find my way back. Five bags I would blow too get high. I stared at Mr. Needle with a sigh. Here we are now, the beginning of the end. Drowning in dope, the syringe being my only friend. When my lips moved, it was a lie. If my eyes were open, I wanted to cry. There wasn't a dime I wouldn't steal. Not a scam I couldn't make real. Now my body was in sync with my mind. Not knowing what felt worse or what was more unkind. Every morning I awoke with dreadful fear. That all morning I'd be sick and sweat and tear. I lost my friends, my family, and even self respect. Heroin shadowed over my whole life in every aspect. Even that wasn't enough to make me stop. It wasn't until I was searched by a city cop. At age eighteen, I was behind bars. Just waiting too fill my veins and open my scars. Though when I came home I seen how life was to be. Nothing or noone was there waiting for me. I always knew this was not a way to live. I wanted too see what life had to offer and give. Finally, my mind and body was truly clean. Even though for years I thought I'd always be a dope fiend. Every day is a struggle, don't get me wrong. It's too easy to relapse and the battle is lifelong. I'm still here to share where I've been; and let the world know where I was then. I'm blessed that I didn't die. Think about that next time you get high.

If I shared my story, It would be to long and painful. This is my way of sharing.


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"So complicated it is to escape fate that you can never understand what im going through till we trade places...." - 2pac shakur

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"So complicated it is to escape fate that you can never understand what im going through till we trade places...." - 2pac shakur