Jokes, Riddles, and Other Philosophical Insights

Drug

There was this drug I did
It's called love
Sometimes it's a good drug
A medication drug that gives you something back
Heals you, makes you whole
But there are bad drugs too
False hopes, crushed crushes that lead to nowhere
No good end

I did this bad drug for several months
When I started, the feeling it gave me was great
It felt like a "good drug"
But I started feeling bad effects
It started hurting
The first few times I fixed it
But the last time I realized
This drug was doing me no good
The hurt was worse than the good feelings
I wanted to keep doing it, to hang onto it a bit longer

But
It was no longer doing anything for me
So I quit
It hurt almost more to let it go
But I kept telling myself
"It's for the better"
My friends helped me get through withdrawl
Almost all the symptoms are gone now
I don't miss it
I only miss the good parts
But I keep telling myself
"It's for the better"
"You don't need it anymore"
"You're stronger, better off without it ruining your life"

But
My friend fell to it
The first time she didn't fall for it
The second time she did
She used it a few times a week
Interacting with it
But I convinced her to stop
"Look what it did to me" I'd say
She did
And stopped

But
Now my other friend
She's doing it again
The first time it felt like a comfort to her
She wasn't in love with it
Just safe, happy
Like a sibling watches over the little ones
Now she's trying to fix it
To fix the drug so that
It does good, but
It leads to no good end

We're telling her to stop
Why it's bad, what it did to us
From our own personal experiences,
It's addicting
It makes you feel how you want to feel
It messes with minds
Manipulates any being it touches
Into a false sense of security
When all it really wants is to take over you

But
All we can do now
Is wait and see what happens.