This poem was written after watching the path that drugs took my brother:
Makes me feel good
Gives me a high
Clears my mind
drugs
Consumes all my money
Need it to feel good
always trying to get it
Drugs – want a fix
Can’t keep a job
Can’t live without it
Find ways to obtain it
DRugs – need a gram
Stealing and begging
Lost all my real friends
No one trusts me anymore
DRUgs – just one rock
No one cares
All alone
All because I started it
DRUGs – hanging in alleys
Homeless
Helpless
Looking for an answer
DRUGS – got to have a buzz
No Hope
No Answers
Only Suicide
DRUGS.