I got away

This poem is about being with someone who loved their drug more than me.

I quietly listen to the rain as he struggles to find a vein.
He's trying to hop a ride, and I'm finding a place to hide.
He gets happy and go silent,
I become nervous as he becomes violent.
He's up and awake as I pray for him to sleep,
He's loud entertaining, and alone I weep.
The morning is coming as daylight breaks,
He's passing out as my whole being aches.
And I finally get away.....