Drugs Make Me Happy

Remember when getting high was climbing up the tree, and we could see the sky and feel 
as if I could let go and fly and never open my eyes having that feeling that I would never 
die. Getting high, on dads shoulders, seeing the trees and buzzing bees, the place for 
where I could see everything and be happy. Getting high meant flying on the swings, 
through the air, having the wind blow through our hair. Being high was pretending to fly 
like a plane, through a cold winters day with pouring rain on that saturday. Grandma use 
to pick us up and raise us high like The smoke rising from her sweet baked pies. Being 
high was to go snort cocaine everyday. It made me feel strong for no one could prove me 
wrong, I stayed on it so long that I didn’t know right from wrong. I was confused and 
started to be abused but always refused to just give up and loose. Ecstasy Made me high 
and I started to act so alive party and rave all the time, being so blind to all the hearts I 
pushed aside left to rot and die, But I didn't care because I was to stubborn to accept the 
truth that was right in front of my eyes. Speed made me high that I started feel pleasure 
and had no guilt inside even though I started to live A lie and always tried to deny the 
things I hid deep down inside. It made me commit crimes and runaway from all the times 
I made my mother cry, and I would cry because I no longer knew how to survive because 
I forgot the meaning to Try. Remember when getting high was climbing up the tree, and 
we could see the sky and feel as if I could let go and fly and never open my eyes having 
that feeling that I would never die? I finally climbed that tree and let go And felt the wind 
blow, I began to fly and feel so naturally high. But I woke up and realised that I am no 
longer alive, I overdosed and became so alive that i ended up committing suicide. They 
say when you die, you see your whole life flash before your eyes. All I saw was the way 
my mother cried cursing at all the times I lied, and watching my friends turn their backs 
when my only friend started to be crack. It became A sickness for it was my addiction, 
thee only way to rid of it was to die and leave all my sadness behind. But I am happy now 
that I am in heaven finally belong side, my family and friends that I pushed aside all those 
times whilst I listened to the demon inside my heart and my mind, Because Drugs Make 
Me Happy.
 
- Wiko Te Maru

Copyright © Wiko Te Maru | Year Posted 2011

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