This is a poem I wrote about my feelings towards my brother who just got out of prison after long time heroin use...this is what I felt before he went in and was still using. I can't imagine what it must have been like day after day night after night the only thing on your mind the only thing in your veins your silent screams and dry tears it's almost too much for me to bear And while you were laying on the floor staring at the ceiling praying to the ground I was laying on the ceiling praying for the floor my veins going insane with virginity Show me what it means to be disgusting addicted alone tear me down chew me up and spit me out I wish you knew how sick I've become A bit depressing I know...but since when has heroin ever been pretty?
