I was wrong I felled the test Thought I was cool I was doing like the rest In my nose the powder goes up Down my throat the pills go down Out comes the smoke that I just sucked in Now I'm here in this land thinking about were I've been Wanting to stop but I cant Now I'm here in this land with a gun in my hand In my closet I hide in the dark realizing what I cant stop I am an addict an theirs nothing I can do Except pull the trigger and let it be threw I close my eyes and began to say my good byes Then walks in my mom quite as a mouse Pulling the gun away from my head Tears began to shed As I watch the bullet hit the bed I sat there and cried asking my mom why She rapped her arms around me She sent me far away And here I am back today Sober as can be Writing this hoping you aren't doing like the rest Don't fell the test Always be at your best
Reason for writing:
To let everyone know that drugs is not a game. I almost took my life. I was just doing what my so called friends were doing. I just ended up liking it alot more than them. It was an everyday thing for me. It was a road that was really hard to get off.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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