The bud beckons me to smoke it. I cannot refuse. It is placed in my pipe and lit. I welcome the arromatic smoke as it seers my lungs. I think of my childhood, My absolute certainty I would never do drugs. I have changed so much, Learned of depression and fear. I have been shunned and hated. I found an escape. I found drugs. I treasure the happiness they grant me. And fear the price they exact, But I cannot refuse them... For how can anyone refuse happiness?
Reason for writing:
I submitted this poem because I really needed to tell someone, and telling hundreds of people whom I will most probably never meet is alot easier than telling one person I must live with.
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