poems for the broken :'( 💔

what the fuck (trigger warning contains drugs)

Walking down the street
a crackhead at my feet
"Ayeoo" he says "got any samples for free?"
I say "nay"
"U want this shit u gotta pay"
All the sorrow for him I feel
Where is his daily meal
The closer I look
The more I am shook
He opens like a book
And now I am hooked
After I hear his story
I am starting to see
The man I am looking at is actually me
In front of the mirror I stop and I stare
Then glance at my arm
And a needle is there

Ok boomer
From kiarah and lilsplat