I am the worse of the worse

that’s what they say about me

I see sadness in their eyes and turn away


When I am high I lie, cheat, and steal

to get my next fix

they don’t understand how it feels


And they can’t figure out why

I just don’t quit

As if it’s that easy


I equate it to quit smoking, drinking, or gambling

people who have those addictions can empathize

those who are squeaky clean cannot


My job starts to slide, my relationships fade away

I am waiting to bottom out

then claw my way back to normal  

But the bottom is a bottomless pit

and there is no end to my drug induced heaven and hell

just the knowledge that the next high is a certainty

(NOTE: I’ve never done drugs but this is my guess of how someone who did or does feels)