Kingtwe A Kk

Hit it hard, Through the bong, Until you feel, Like nothing’s wrong,

It might be fake, It might not last, But while your on it, It’s a blast,

It will fade, You’ll want to leave, But then you’ll see, Your just too weak,

She’ll call you back, Soft and sweet, You try to run, But you can’t move your feet,

It’s like your brain says no, But body says yes, But in the end, Your stuck with a quest,

You have to escape, You have to run back, But you realized to late, It was just a trap,

You’ll try to leave, And then you’ll see, Only a few survive, And the rest just try,

You’ll never admit it, You’ll just lie, But you’re an addict, And no one knows why,

You try to hide it, But they can see, The more you need, The more you fiend,

They will all point, And whisper dark things, About this person, When they don’t know a thing,

Not even your name, Or why your like this, Just shut downs and sorrow, So you fall into the abyss,

Then they say you need help, But they don’t get it, When you needed that help, Was before the abyss,

The abyss they created, And threw you right in, Is when they could of saved you, But instead turn and ran,

So before you blame addicts, Stop and think, Did I really try to help, Or just dig them a grave….