avoid all those stimulants, is, my only good advice,
The Paranoia they create isn't very nice
I cant believe I'm saying it, not just once but twice
inside out, or outside in, It's sure a nasty vice
holding back the pain, can the lure of it entice
tantalinzing taste buds tempting cake slice
cause its unobtainable, some rare and wild spice
or simply cause its needed, like a tool or some device?

watching him, fall apart makes me want to cry,
tearing out his wiring , somehow, thinking I,
had a logical reason, I would want to spy
as if I couldn't ask him, for reasons he'd deny,
guilt or suspition or maybe just to pry
but if he thinks I'd do that, what does that imply?
one thing I must tell my friend, he is way too high
I think he's lost control, please tell the drug goodbye

Awesome poem...

...so, is he still using?

It's so so sad
when you go into a store,
and think of something more
while you look around the store.

and its so very bad
when you look upon a thing,
and it doesnt't even ring
or even make a sound.


but to think about the men,
and promises begin
and the color of the cost
of everything that got lost


The color of the cost is red

good write,I can relate as I have a son using.Welcome

Yes, so hard to witness someone you care for or Love with this problem. The costs to the person, family, friends, judicial and criminal justice systems, and society at large are just staggering.

Poignant write I hope your friend finds his way, and I'm sorry for how this is effecting your heart

Such a Good Write..

I dont use...and I try to teach my son's that also,but not to hard, with oldest, that is how his father died.

I feel for you

I feel for him

Been on both sides

Only the user can say when it's done

Nice poem, I hope he will tell the drug goodbye...

"Only the user can say when it's done"


Yes Tammy, how true.