The loss of america's youths

I think it pretty much speaks for itself. It was a rough draft of what I was goin to write for the contest that is being shown as a add on here that you could win up to 300 dollars on. But its bull.

Sitting in an empty room,

staring at the roof thinking of what i should do,

I'm a junkie with out a cause,

an abortion gone all wrong,

the scars are all over my arm,

the scars of love an hate just blend together an open hell's gate,

my sweet spots the worst I can't help but touch it,

I'm drowning in a world where this is just basic,

over doses are like heart attacks with the old but,not a surprising anymore,

that last hit could be the last that finally closes that painful door,

no one will morn the loss of a junkie w***e,

So whats to stop me when no one cares anymore,

Nothing can numb the pain of running from yourself but your always just to slow,

I give up again trying to not sin,

Dancing with the devil all over again,

hatred of myself devouring my soul,

nothing will be left when I knock on deaths door,

It pulls you in an before you realize it your in love,

like your favorite blanket as a little kid comfort from above,

I pull it back an see the blood,

instantly I grow calmer praying this will be my last one,

to afraid to pull the trigger of a gun,

I just hope an pray that after I push it down I'll be done,

I would say I'm sorry but too who?

Society sees this happening an don't care about its youths,

Now the young are dying at an alarming rate,

parents are crying to save their kids from this fate,

friends are begging to walk away from this date,

but tonight's my night to join the rest,

make room my fellow youths i'm finally next.

Author's Note

So I org. Wrote this poem for a poetry contest but the contest was bullshit, the add was just on this site an even though I signed up for the site my poem wouldn't publish an I couldn't even mail them So I figure I'd bring it here. No I am not a h addict. But I am a addict an have them in my life in every way shape an form, an my insperation on this one is the hell of every day life, an how everyone knows someone who this drug has effected if not killed an no one seems to think that this is something we need to seriously sit down an figure out not pussy step around. I've lost my brother, many many good people an friends both to the drug an to death an myself as well.