reflection on wasted years

a time to reflect on a life that's been wasted all those forbidden fruits i have tasted, the damage i've done to myself and to others mothers fathers sisters and brothers. i've died twice whilst on that horrible brown shit you're not thatbotheredwhilst having a hit, only need the pain to stopand the warmth within let the fun and games begin. time to relax havea smoke and arest avoiding real life and the actualneed to think, if you do any of that you will soonsee you are onlyexisting on lifes slippery brink. seven long lonelyyears of existing and not really living always taking never giving, robbing mugging general badness and on quiet nights the internal madness. the voice in your head keeps telling you more and off you go to rob andto score, whereas before heroin you had pride all you want now is somewhere to hide. a multi storey car park is your new luxury flat but hereno calfleather jackets, sitting ondirty floorseating peanuts and crisps out of their dirtypackets. i gotcaught stealingyet againand i'mafraidit's off to jail formemy friend, two years inside i'm clean now at last time to get out and for it all to end. backto the comfort of family and friends and the joy ofhard work once more, never again to say thosewords alright mate thereany chance i could score.