Drugs Poems by New Members

She had always dreamed of being president,
independent and powerful is what she longed for.

Around sixteen her dreams shifted,
all she dreamed of was the feeling of euphoria.

She chased after it will all her might.
Night after night she would dive further and further from the person she was meant to be,
until it finally took her last breathe.

In the end all that was left was a wilted flower,
crushed of its hopes and dreams.
Torn apart by the seasons.

Oh Mary Jane, how I once loved you
You were nice to me and comforted me
Oh Mary Jane, you've brought such pain

A barrel of hate’s only loaded with lies,
While The Point behind love holds a truth you can find,
When the pain of self-hatred is too much to hide ,
Then The Point will reveal why you’re hurting inside,

‘Cause The Point doesn’t see who you are underneath,
It just needs to be made, to be felt, to be seen,
So you try and escape when The Point wants to play,
But The Point pulls you back in it’s sinister games,

With a crash and a bang now you’re facing The Point,
But you can’t turn away or avoid its cruel voice,
Cause The Point still...

Around me you curl
With carcinogenic glee
Haze of joy and death