Kids and Drugs...

Kids on drugs, smoking pot thinking cool, but it makes them not. Started smoking at twelve years old, By sixteen, you feel so old. By twenty one, or maybe two, pot no longer does it for you. So you move to better highs whatever drug you can find to buy. At twenty three, you're hooked on crack from there, there is no turning back. You spend all your money, to get high to get up for work, you don't even try. You lose your job, that paid the bills and got you high, to get your thrills. Then on welfare, you did land on drugs you spent you're helping hand. By the time, you've reached twenty five you're stealing things to stay alive. And then one night, you get caught stealing from DQ, what you needed, you thought. Five years probation, you did land still trying to get over, and keep drugs on hand. Four years later, they send you to jail to help with your habit, they tried, but failed. You came home for a year, but to drugs you did turn after drinking at night, for drugs you did yearn. They sent you back, to a different place and you gave up the crack, just to save face. But once again home, to pot and beer you did run and now another stint in jail you've begun. So, kids on drugs, it makes me so mad. Just look at the life, my husband has had.More real life sentiment. The ages may not be entirely accurate, but they are pretty close. :) Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 09:24 AM PST, Deborah Wolz   18 • 0 • 10