7 years old, D.A.R.E a program we
We’re all introduced to as
Kids.
“I’ll never do drugs”
“I’ll never smoke”
“Never.”
13 years old, spotting detectors in
Every bathroom, two people in one stall
Another asking if they have anything
On them
Long sleeves pulled down as they join
Together and trade a single jewel
Eyes seeping lower then their feet
Eyes red as a blood moon
Laughs ands struggles seep through
Them, their only escape of the real word
26 years old, out on the streets laying on a piece of cardboard begging for anything that can get you a new high
Walking around with a cart filled to
The brim with random stuff to help
Get by.
Robbing other people for their own
Walking to the closest drug store you know.
Every day is a struggle for you
You don’t know if it’s your first
Or your last.
You said it was only on weekends
And party’.
Either way, you’ll be Addicted.
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Comments4
So true girl. Keep up the amazing work
thank you best fren🥹
this is so good amazing wording 🫰🫰
I know right ❤️🩹
Some prone to addiction get caught up in it and never leave. Well done
Thank you!
You are most welcome
I love this message girl ❤️
Thank you! ❤️🩹
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