Puff Overdosed Done

Puff puff puff

When will this be enough

I am a Victim of Addiction

Addictions in the plural while waiting for the end.

Sliver things in my room

Hoping for my sudden doom

Lurking until the pain sets in

In the darkness of night the blade is my only friend.

Hidden from family and loved ones

Money spend left and right on drugs

A piece just for me

In hard times it is smoked by me.

Adults do it so it is okay

18 is just 2 years away

These aren't that bad

This is 5 dollars a pack.

21 is too far away

Why should I have to wait

I drink and drink until my feelings are faded

This way I may be the lucky one left un-jaded.

So tiny and yet so innocent

These are my ways of getting heaven sent

When all else is gone

These prescription pills are overdosed done.

Reviews

[Joel Crow]

The poem is interesting, but the speaker of the poem is thoughtful enough that I'd like to see some more consideration on the idea of being a victim, perhaps coming to the thought that addicts are victims of their own actions and choices, rather than circumstances. The poem is a good length already, but it might not hurt to have this concept also. Without something of the kind I find it difficult to sympathize with the speaker, who desires pity for what is wrong while justifying actions that are just as wrong.
But if all this began from a prescription gone awry, as the last line seems to imply, a deeper look into that problem would be interesting also. I'd like to know a little more about how a teenager became addicted to prescription pills. Some ambiguity is good, but a little more context might help this particular poem.

[falling_toxic_rain]

Running away isn't always the answer-kind of sounds as if you are reassuring yourself.
However it has a great flow. Nice write

[The Wave]

some great rhymes in there!