A Poem from God

A Poem from God

Do you want that white line of mindlessness
That syringe full of ugly death,
That wild and fucked up weekend
Otherwise known as meth.
Or maybe that crazy weed,
That makes you slow and numb
Brown and dark and dead
The one that makes the party fun.
Or maybe the pill that you crush up
And snort into your nose.
The one that’s abused in so many ways
Instead of using it like they suppose.
The chemicals that got you high
Have put you down to the dirt
They’ve eaten you up like a maggot
Look at all of those that you’ve hurt.
Look at yourself in the mirror
And see where you are today
Look at those dark circles
and tell me you look OK.
But most of all look behind you
At all the friends standing there,
The fun is over and they’re all gone,
Obviously they don’t care.
Now look back at yourself in the mirror
Just one more time, can’t you see?
The one that’s standing behind you
Will always forever be me.

written by Deb (MorgannaCriss)