Drugs, drams, drugs, drams, dead dreams torn apart.

Out of options, stop this at the source, from where did this addiction stem?

Narcotics float around, replacing their once warm hearts,

Ostentatious attempts at appearing sober, only causing more mayhem,

Tearing families apart. Addiction is fatal.

Rearing back, preparing for the traumatic attack.

Eventually the addicted, cease to survive, and children are robbed from their cradles.

Launched in and out of homes, not knowing where they might end up.

Young, yet matured due to what they have endured, only seeing the world as corrupt.

One more shot, one more hit, one more pill, one more, just one more…

Never again, is always muttered coming down from a high. Hungover.

Yet, yearning yields an invincible high; this might even be the day that you die.

Overdose. Overdose. Overdose.

Unequivocally deciding to get clean, unable to risk another collapse.

Rehab. Relapse. Rehab. Relapse. Recovery.

Catastrophes strike with no avail; suddenly filled with anxiety.

Losing your mind, in your hand you find one more….

Addiction has found you. You can no longer hide.

Succumb to it, reach the high you adore.

Spacing out, at least you tried,

Mortal bodies can only get so high.

Achieving the peak, is now your only pride—

The only problem is, in seconds you will die.

Everyone knew you I didn’t care about life, that is why you are now merely classified:

Suicide. Suicide. Suicide.

Photograph: Canipe, Dr.. pillbowl.jpg. 18 May 2010. Pics4Learning. 4 Apr 2018