Drug Stuck

so you do all those drugs for the buzz and the rush, 
though the feeling that follows is ever so rough, 
bringing days quenched of love where the world is above,
out of reach with the sense an escape is too tough. 

so you stay doing drugs as they pick you back up, 
and provide you a break from the world where you're stuck, 
until they where off when you crash down and destruct,
left feeling you need drugs or your life will just suck, 

each cycle ending deeper more mentally crushed, 
physically worn and spiritually flushed, 
left imprisoned unknowing enough is enough, 
being fooled doing more for a high which is lush.

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