To self medicate the brain
To cripple the pain
Is for the weak
And not the sane.
Lives lost to this
Is such a shame.
Drug dealers should change their game
Instead of ruining families -
To make their lives the same!
These are the people we should blame-
For introducing the young
To things that bring fake fame!

Retrace your steps
To the mind of your youth
See which path you didn't choose.
See where you would be -
If it were you infused
With the drugs of today
That's killing all the truth.
With the next addicts arms so bruised
Just remember this could have been you

In hopes that tomorrow never comes
But to scared to do what needs to be done.
Tired of being lonely -
The pain hides who you've become.
The inability to gain the strength to carry on
Is blatantly the same as everyone -
That struggles down the same path that you are on.
If you make it to hell before the rest do
I hope it's in this life -
So you have the opportunity to turn around too.



© Lyle Richards II