Whose fault is it really,
That people get hooked?
In the end I agree,
It is there choice you see.
Something has to happen to
make them want to try them.
Could be trauma in their lives, or
A doctor gave them too many drugs.
I know from experience,
A lot of doctors overmedicate,
Make it easy to get narcotics.
Then they cut you off
Your body and mind get sick.
You crave that feeling
And will do anything to get it back.
First you start with something small,
Buying pills on the street.
When the pills no longer fill that void,
You try something harder.
Your mind tells you its ok
Even though you know its not.
Marijuana it’s ok, it’s a plant you can smoke,
But when that doesn’t work
What’s next?
Sniff something stronger:
Heroine or crack.
You tell yourself you’re not as bad,
As the ones using needles.
Before you know it, you are
Using needles.
Stealing, robbing, lying; anything
For money for your fix.
You aren’t worried how your choice effects others,
How you worry your parentS
One day you go to get your fix,
And the drugs have been laced.
Now what?
The police have to tell your parents;
We found your child dead with a needle in her arm.
Your family and friends are devastated and wish,
They could have done more.
To help you see how fun life can be,
When you are clean and have a life to lead.
But now all we can do is remember you.
I choose to remember the girl before the drugs.
Funny, beautiful, a good mommy, and friend.
Until we meet again, I will hold you in my heart.
The memories will never fade.
You are an angel now so watch over others.
I hope your death wasn’t in vain and
Will wake someone up.
But no one can make a choice for you.
You were all grown up
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