Needle

A boy sits in his room,
With a needle in his hands,
He faces two choices,
One he understands,

As he takes his last breath,
Before injects his pot,
He thinks how good his life is,
And how good it's not,

He needs a companion,
A girl who can bring him lust,
Someone who wont abuse him,
A friend who he can trust,

Give him some hope,
Please do not wait,
He's injecting his serum,
He's leaving his life to fate.

End.