Meth, heroin, crack cocaine, one person's love is another person's pain. Doesn't matter if you shoot snort or smoke, all that matters are promises you broke.
Addiction is strong and oh so real, we hide behind drugs to forget how we feel. Don't think about another person you don't have time, now you're addiction's personal mime.
Do its bidding at all cost, don't think twice about the lives you've lost. Just focus on that high, let the drugs get you by.
Don't worry about your soul, you gave away your control. Don't worry about your family and friends, addiction is all you need in the end.
Written by Heather Heckerman
February 6, 2017
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Heather Heckerman
I love to write poetry. I write how and what I am feeling at the time. Poetry is one of the only ways I have been able to express my feelings.
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