The dope head is dead

He got to me before I knew.....
The meaning of addiction, whats was false or true,
then dreams of affliction subsiding became few,
As I withered away to nothing, suicides the same too,
He got into me and didn't wanna leave,
Giving my emotions a rest, now my hearts on my sleeve,
A love potion from death that's not hard to recieve,
Constantly saying "its ok",
and thats not hard to believe,
As the feel good chemicals make hast to there destinations,
I'm feeling like shit and its a waste of my patience,
"why don't you boot it", that's what they're sayin,
Heroin talks to u, I'm not even playin,
Everytime it calls u have no choice but to answer,
Its got u by the balls this voice is like cancer,
its kemo for your brain,
Destroying u physically but a placebo to the pain,
that only returns the first day u refrain,
And its times 10,
now its time to make new freinds,
Detoxify the body and let the brain cleanse,
I realized my strenth and I wasn't alone,
She told me I could do it before we hung up the phone,
So I waited a day for the flu like symptoms,
Twitching in my bed for 2 nights on a mission,
Then I put myself in rehab,
Those were the last couple days that he had,
and now the dope head is dead and I'm definitly glad.