She always wanted to be a drug,
Someone others craved & needed to feel great.
She became like a family heirloom, passed around.
No-one really wanted her, They just wanted her to Drown,
Drown from all the tears that kept cascading down her Cheeks,
Her face blotchy and red from the hours she had Wept,
But no one would love her, not like this, not yet.

What do you get from being a Drug?
Her life was others' satisfaction & she knew it had
to Change.

She now became like Poison, killing everyone she Met,
She got inside their minds, & split her Deadly Liquid,
It corroded everyone but she acted like a Victim,

She killed her own mind with the Poison,
Silencing all her thoughts, Being a Drug is better than no-one at all...

© Willows