The Heroin Epidemic
It began with a hit
Problems were solved
Then you couldn't get lit
And addiction evolved
Your body craved more
The smoke couldn't handle
Now covered in sores
Too common a scandal
You recall the time
Needles were bad
But now, every nine
They soften your sad
Mascara smothers
droopy eyes
Whispers from others
Ignite your cries
Wrapping your sleeves
Around your hands
Joining thieves
For what your body demands
You have nothing to trade
But the flesh you wear
Others get laid
To take you there
Your home is a dump
Filled with useless junk
You're in a funk
So you get your fix
Ready for kicks
A different mix
You see the light
Your body relaxed
But then lose sight
A bad batch
A drop of blood
Joined with a tear
The addicts crud
Your end is here
But what you don't see
Or perhaps never saw
Friends and family
Anticipated your fall
Sleepless nights
Anxious days
Agonizing fright
Throughout your phase
Now they find you
A lifeless shell
You may be through
But their in hell
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