One Word

Drugs

Dad told me one day that drugs are his business. My mom smokes pot, my dad's on weed, my sister's on cocaine, my brother's on heroin, my dad's dad is on morphine, my dad's mom died of overuse of prescription drugs, my mom's mom is an alcoholic, and my mom's dad is on crystal meth. Drugs are all I know, I've been taught to sell, steal, and make illegal drugs. I've been sent to jail many times because of those drugs. I got beaten up, not only by others, but also by my own family; yeah my family is rich, rich on drugs. I'm not on drugs, I'm the only one in my family that isn't.

That was decades ago, it's now my wedding day and no one is here from my family. Over the time, mom, dad, both my grandparents, and sister died. It's only me and my brother, although it may as well only be me left because my brother will die in an hour. I don't want to be with him, let him die. That day I got married to a wonderful women; and five years later, I'm a dad to a pair of identical twins, both girls. Why does my family like drugs so much? I decide to try it out myself, never should of done that. I became addicted and began hitting my wife and yelling at my children.

They left me after ten years of dealing with me. The next day, I ended up hospitalized. I died that day, I can see my body laying lifeless on the bed. The drugs killed my family, the drugs made my wife and girls leave me, the drugs killed me. If your like me and is on drugs or is considering to go on drugs, don't. You have a life, enjoy it, don't ruin it with those addictive drugs. Now that I told my story, leave me be so I can get high on weed or cocaine or whatever drug I find that a dead person can get high on.