Happiness is a Quick Fix

A poem about how addictions speak. (:

You've been thrown away

like a paper plane,

falling down again.

We're lost in the shadows,

a little wish away,

just a thought away.

You're crashing and burning

everything is gone again

we're no longer trapped and hid away.

Come on

Just one more shot,

let's swallow the pain

we can drown the brain.

How about another fix?

Let's cover up the pain

we'll hallucinate the day.

Just cut into the vein,

we can lessen the pain

by making one that's greater.

Maybe 

we can feel again,

drive the numbness away.

Maybe 

we can die today,

just one more 

needle

one more 

drink

one more 

cut

away.

Author's Note

I don't have anything that is notable overall. It happened to be a shape of a needle when I had finished it, which I thought was pretty cool. Critique anything, and please share. :D