Drugs

I always said to myself... As a child at the age of 12
Pure and innocent
“Drugs are bad”
I lied to myself
As a child age 13
Young and curious
The toxins of the drugs
Pulsed through my veins
Kush, white widow, bud
You name it
I’ve done it.
As a child at the age of 14
Reckless and stupid
I look for alternatives
With scars on my skin
With a short memory
I search for an answer
Of how quickly that Innocence.
The innocence that
I adored so much
Gone forever
Hoping for a relapse.