Substance Abuse

doesntmatter

Substance abuse ties me down to the deck,


It’s like there’s a knife being held to my neck,


I’m sat here looking at this bag of weed,


Should I smoke it or should I stay clean,


It stops me from being myself but still I smoke,


Passed around the circle so take a toke,


Is my life really this much of a joke,


I hope i can change my ways before I croak,


Regardless I always feel this way so I always loose,

Don’t give in to substance abuse

  • Author: Barry Paul (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2018 15:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: My addiction pushes me into my cramped and confined space and it traps me In their along with all of my love, humour and personality. How I wish I wasn’t me.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 15
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  • Frogspoetry

    Very good,I like how you say how it has effected you and with the ending message of don't do it.great job

    • doesntmatter

      Happy you enjoyed it, thankyou!

    • AmandaJade

      You've recognized the problem, you're one step closer!

      • doesntmatter

        I’ll make it one day

        • AmandaJade

          of course you will... if you ever need someone I'm only a message away

        • Poetic Dan

          Straight and true but I love doing it too, it's never the drug but the addiction to the escape.
          We just need balance and to not abuse it like you said.



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