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.