Drugs Poem, by Keyshariaa, at My poetic side

Having money was something that I needed,

Popping these pills,

taking these drugs,

Yea I need it.

As long as I had money I had the drugs,

That needed.

Help me fight the demons inside,

Yea I mean that.

Using the drugs helps me fight a lot of the pain away.

So many memories I try to hide,

I try to fade away.

Taking the drugs passing out,

Couldn’t feel no more.

Inhaling these blunts,

Til I go numb inside,

Couldn’t care no more

Drugs