Mᴇʀᴀᴋɪ

♪Drugs♪

Drugs

It all starts with trying to numb the pain,
trying to escape.

Then it becomes an addiction,
something you can't get away from,
that eventually leads to complications.

Because you don't want to grieve,
you don't want to endure the pain.

And then you don't want to live,
you don't want to believe reality.

You feel yourself fade away partially, gradually, slowly.

You no longer want to be there,
without the drugs you feel insecure and fear,
but then with it you don't care.

Then you take the pills,
smoke for chills,
inhale to get thrills.

But how long will it last?
It wears off fast.

You can't stop,
what pain caused.

The drug has replaced your food,
you're twitching, hallucinating.

Flying but you don't have wings,
you don't even sleep.

You know it's not good for you,
you want to stop,
but no one can save you... but you.

You decide whether you want to live or die,
or continue to make the people around you cry.

You're lost and confused,
with all the pills and smoke,
you're being consumed.

And you know,
your response is becoming slow,
you can barely walk without having something to hold.

You're hot,
but now you're cold.

It's the drugs,
their after effects are kicking in,
and they're doing their course.

You were numb then,
and now you're at a cross road.

~Zizi♥