Junkie

Drugs, drugs, drugs
Is that all you think about?
Buying and selling
The putrid things you do?

It's not healthy
It's pure addiction

You say you have a bad life
A terrible life
Filled with parents
Who simply don't care

But would you look at me?
Parents never home
Backed up by excuses

But have I once touched
The things you live for?

Have I once drank
The things that
Just aren't strong enough for you anymore?

No, I haven't.

No, I haven't.

Does it make you look cool?
Does it boost your popularity?
Does it make you feel good?

Yes, it may.
But the rest of us think
Your just throwing your life away.
So junkie
Think twice about your life

Is it really that bad?
To the point where you need
Heroin to forget?
♠ ♠ ♠
So.... Yeah. My (failed) attemt at writing a poem about druggies.
Better stick to stories, eh?
~Lala