Addicts

Addicts injecting, ingesting, and inhaling their drugs. It's a dangerous life, trying to keep pace with the thugs. The addict uses, and pays dearly for the sin. The disease, effects all, it's under his skin. The trenches are full, of front-line soldiers affected by addiction. The city and the state scream, it's not their jurisdiction. Addiction is not a choice, that one makes, They ended up, addicts by mistake. Addicts are not moral failures, Their wounded warriors' drugs are their inhalers. They are not, week of character, Dealing with emotional pain, they hit a barrier. Addiction is the reaction, to emotional pain. It's cradle to grave, in the fast lane. 98% of addicts, were harmed when they were young. They often have, mental issues and are high-strung. Using drugs, is an attempt to deal with the issues. Without proper guidance, the addict continues. Something went wrong, a long time ago, From that day on, it's been touch and go. Shame, guilt, I must be a bad kid, When your young, the pain stays hid. It festers up, much later in life, It affects all you, your kids and your wife. You are not fully aware, of this inner shame, When you find it, where do you put the blame? You go crazy, trying to figure out what to do, You attempt suicide, you trying to kill you…… Turbo1904