My good friend is an alcoholic and drug addict,
a girl I know committed suicide for mind havoc ,
My friend group is a mixture of good and bad,
Bipolar and manic even sad,
But I’m just as good and bad as everyone else,
I’m my worst enemy than drugs itself,
It’s a twister of mind trauma,
Constant internal drama ,
Words take over my head,
As substances take over others instead,
SH takes me at its power,
When people are begging for the next hour ,
Of a drink or a smoke,
And I still remember the bandages that soak,
The pain of me and the world,
Everyone’s ship will turn.
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