Powerful, Fast, and Deadly... Addiction....

This poem is about the every day struggle of people who have the disease of addiction and just cant stop using.

Powerful, Fast, and Deadly... Addiction....

-The moment you know that your hooked, you know its too late
-At first that unforgettable huge rush, oh it feels so great, your in for a harsh crash cause that's just fate
- You begin to get slimmer and slimmer till all you see is bones cause the drugs robbed you of your weight
- We all said when we were young"I'll never do that" I'm gonna stay clean and straight
- Soon you need more and more to get that rush, your body is defending itself from the poisons, you begin to tolerate
- It seems like yesterday you got that first high, but now you can't stop your mood becomes to deteriorate and irritate a few years down the road, your in a coffin, the most recent update
- No money you already wasted your whole estate, you can't get your fix, you begin to withdrawal, blood boils, you can't stop scratching
- Having a day without the substance is unimaginable, Strength your lacking, your addictions got a hold of you as you flop around thrashing
- All your friends have moved on, your family can't stand you, your mentally weak and lagging
- When was the last time you slept? Too concerned about your stimulant binge, paranoia begins to set in you think everything is beyond harassing
- You swore you could control this sh*t, you can't believe this is happening, your addiction is beating you as you try to hang on grappling
-You used to play baseball, but today your way to weak, diseases are the only thing you'll be catching
- You inhale, close your eyes and wish that feeling was ever lasting, but it always wears off, withdrawing so bad mirrors you are smacking and smashing
- All this in just a couple years time, you've lost EVERYTHING, your poor addicted, and weak
- You even have your own shooting up technique, teaching other nobody's, you critique
- You barely can speak cause your geeking out and tweaking, the drugs are more important that you breathing
- Your family pretends you never existed, you stole everything from your parents, remember when you stole your moms five thousand dollar antique
- Your just another statistic now, cause the addiction has finally won and your deceased
- This is never what you wanted, but your addiction tricked you into thinking you can control it, you were in denial, and the tricks you actually truly believed
- Your parents get the call, your dead. They quickly got up after they grieved
- Addiction won, you defeat. At least your suffering is finally over you and you can finally sleep

By: Alex Spear 

Author's Note

What do you guys think? Any feedback or constructive criticism is much appreciated im trying to learn and become a better writer!
- Ignore grammar & Punctuation