Submissions by RememberingMolly

Don't do drugs; I know how you think.
It's just one line. It's just one drink.
But sooner or later you'll start to sink
To a deep dark place where the sun doesn't shine.
And all the time you think you're fine.
But the Devil keeps getting inside your head.
Waking you up, dragging you out of bed.
Saying, "Get up, start your day. Your habit must be fed."
And no matter how bad you want to stay asleep.
Your using has increased, way too steep.
And you may never find inner peace,
with the Devil dragging you back out to the streets.
He'll help...

Raw

So here's a story of a girl who was an addict.
I won't sugar coat it. It's all very tragic.
She left her parents and became nomadic.
Always moving around, never static,
selling, tricking, lying and stealing,
never worried about her own or anyone's feelings.
All the time she was wheeling and dealing,
She didn't realize that she needed healing.
One day, her friend asked her on their way to cop,
if tomorrow or the next day, maybe they should stop.
Stop shooting dope and smoking crack rocks?
Give up the high life? Surely she would not....