Drugs
It's been six years since I've known you
And six months since I've left
You took advantage of me
But it's me who handed you the key
Day after day I would come to you to vent
Instead of ink to this paper
I'd put weed in this wrapper
I'd light it up and smoke it
And then I'd feel much better
It's a place like no other God damn it feels so good
But when the high goes away I'd feel like I'm no good
The relief was only temporary
So I had to double my dose
That's when I realised I started going broke
I started of with alcohol but then I moved weed
And when that wouldn't hit the spot I started popping pills
The high was just extraordinary
There are no words to explain
I wanted more I needed more to elevate the grade
I stuck a needle in my arm
And then I felt no pain
My life was like a roller coaster
Which I could not contain
It's been six years since I've known you
And Six months since I've left
I wonder how many people today still mourn my death
Copyright © Reginald Telemacque | Year Posted 2018
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