A poem for people who suffer from drug addiction, and are conscious.
Its hard,
its difficult,
its not what you thought it would be like.
The way its delayed,
the way its taking its time,
its spread in front of you,
you cant help but notice it…
its taking your life, its taking your mind,
taking your senses, but its fine.
You find yourself there, but you cant unwind,
you’re confused..but you know that,
you know what’s wrong,
but you end up doing just dat…
and now its coming down crashing,
but there’s nothing you can do..
its taking your life, its taking your mind,
its taking your senses, but its fine…
you know its happening,
your life’s a complete mess,
but you think its a worthy waste of time..
all you do is caress,
a way to soothe your mind,
and you know its not the way…
its still taking your life, its taking your mind,
its taking your senses, but its fine…
and now the light is blurry,
and the whole world is spinning,
the faces are hazy and voices are far,
now what do i do..???
its happening… and I’m helpless..
its taking my life, its takin my mind,
its taking my senses, but somehow, its fine..
its fine……….
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