tweaker poem
It started a couple years ago
I was with my friend and so
She asked me if I wanted to try some crank
Some shit that causes your mind to go blank
I was at my friend’s on the day of Thanksgiving
Never knew that this drug could make me stop living
Thoughts of paranoia run through my head now
When I look back at those days I think to myself wow
How could I let myself get that out of control
Loading all that shit in the bowl
Getting tweaked out every night, not a day went by
That my friend and I didn’t think of getting high
What was the allure that got me all tangled up
A victim to this monster like a scared little pup
It was like I couldn’t get enough but enough of what?
This shit that went through my body into my lungs turning my insides into soot
Day by day, week by week I got weaker and weaker
See my friends; I guess this is what I get for being a goddamn, motherfucking, stupid ass tweaker