I take a puff, I feel the high. Is this a noble way to die? My eyes grow heavy, my breathing too. They say try another, I don't know, would you? The darkness falls, and the high is gone. I feel my life has been badly drawn. Now lay me down, as i'm dressed my best. Now place my hands upon my chest. Now close the casket, one final good-bye.I could have stopped my-self from having to die.
Reason for writing:
There are so many things out there we as kids want to experience. It may seem cool at first, but in the end you have to wonder how you ended up where you are. I wrote this poem because I see what things, and drugs can do to people. And I've been there too.
Birth sign: Libra
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