At what point did I go from being high, To staving off the low. I looked up to see nobody around, Except a plate of blow.
“I hate you” I say, As a roll up a note; Knowing it is the only way I’ll ever cope
When party drugs still had their shine, I became a lifetime guest, Yet after the fun, I realised The party was eden, and I had failed the test
And when I’m sober I cringe and cry Knowing what I’ve done, But it doesn’t stop me hoping The next line will be fun
Don’t get me wrong I’ve had some times, I would definitely not take back. It does make me wonder though If my perception was under attack.
Those I’ve met throughout this journey, I believe to be interesting souls, And they are all unfathomably wary Of all life has to hold
Before I joined the club of the fallen I had my own ideas, Believing those addicted were responsible For getting themselves there.
Yet I have met lawyers, Doctors And drop outs alike; Bought here on different paths Only to share the same plight. Each story is different. And each story rings true. And as I listened to them all My empathy grew too.
I’m sorry to say that addiction Simply does not care, Whether you are a CEO Or homeless with no career. So if you see someone struggling Thank god it’s not you, But do not make them feel worse Than they already do.