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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