I wrote this poem because growing up, I say alot of people on drugs. friends, family, and even enemies..it’s sad to see how drugs corrupt people, and this just is my outlook on how drugs make people feel. It’s like a poem on drugs..a mind wasted.
Do you know how it feels to be high?
I do
It’s a very nice feeling
But sometimes it’s not
It’s like you can’t get over it
You want it to be done
but it won’t stop
It won’t fall back
You say high fly
but it lingers
I don’t want to be high anymore
But it seems i can’t execute the problem
It’s stuck with me
It wont go anywhere
I want it to leave
can you help me?
Can you make the high leave?
Please, it’s aggravating
and my heart is pounding
Am i alive, is this a dream?
It couldn’t be, I’m thinking too much
Do I have what it takes to quit?
Of course I do, but maybe I don’t
I haven’t yet, I just can’t say no
My mouth won’t let me speak it.
It’s like a task too hard to complete
I attack and attack, but it can’t be beat.
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