Pains of Addiction

I sit around looking at their blank faces.
Wondering if they realize the toll it’s taking.
When the drugs are in their veins, they see nothing else.
I wonder if they look in the mirror and see their self.

Do they see the blank stare with no emotions?
Do they see the tweaking and jerking motions?
Do they see a shell of what they were?
Or is that what they do the drugs for?

To drown their sorrows and take away the pain?
To forget their issues and problems of yesterday?
I try so hard for them to see the hurt in my heart.
But the drugs have taken them, they’re too far.

They won’t come back from this, they won’t be the same.
They rolled the dice and decided to play the game.
If only they could just see themselves the way I do.
They’d go back and it’s something they wouldn’t choose.

Too bad that’s not reality.
They see, but blindly.
They don’t care about the consequences.
They think they made all the best decisions.

Why can’t I love them sober?
Do none of us deserve closure?
End this chapter and move on together.
We could have many more years to cherish.

My family is gone in the blink of an eye.
One needle prick and we’re all left behind.
Nothing else matters besides the high.
I just know this is the end, it’s goodbye.