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 can possibly 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, of
I believe to be interesting souls
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.
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