A Poem

I’m addicted to drugs

Because they help

You’ll find me in a well

Digging for that substance of importance

Only because it gives me purpose

Needles, pipes, joints, bongs

Filled with weed, heroin, crack, LSD

Over used for my satisfaction

To become the main attraction

It’s my only distraction I can find

Other than tracing the lines in my hands with a pen

I’m addicted to the drugs

Because they take me to new heights

Elevate my thoughts

Opens my third eye

After I snorted the line

I’m aware of the damage

I’m aware of my image

But no one cares to say

"Son stop let me help you"

I’m quite surprised I haven’t died

But when I die

Whose hands will the blood be on?

Mine or yours