DRUGS.........

Mealting it down i a spoon geting the needle filling it up with the drug shooting up fillin high as hell it fills so good not knowing how stuped i looked doin it becaus everyone around me was doin the same thing man i thought i was the S**t acting stuped not even thinking of whut i was doin to my body ive shot it up ive put it in a lightbulb and smocked it hell ive even snorted it i see my moma and thinking im doin this and she dont even know how could she not know im only 13 i do this drug till im 15 moma didnt even know i have broses on my arms from shoting up she dont even notich i have broses on my face from bein hit by my x boyfrin I say i fell to my frinds and thay belived me i was crying inside not wonting to show tha i was screaming for help in side i hide it so people wont think i was week i go get my last high im not home ive snuck out agin with my boyfrind at the time im gone for 2 days im thinkin its still the same night i snuck out theres abought 5 cop cars sorounding me i get arested my mom sends me off to live with a family mimber like 400 miles away from all the truble of neworlas where i us to live i get up hear and whut do i do i fall in with the wrong crowd as soon as i get up hear still doin drugs finaly i get cough agin sneakin out and not goin home and get put in a facilty  i take a look at myself and im sober and i say whut am i doing i look like a scalotin i get off drugs and ive been off them abought a year and a half now i was 95 pounds on drugs now im sober and i weigh 141 i dont look lik a scalton any more i look normal im drug free and happy so i say thank you GOD for geting me off drugs...

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I like the moral behind this poem. It takes a lot of courage and motivation to quit drugs. This poem reminds me of myself in some sort of way, I can really relate to the emotions you put in this poem. Keep up the good work!