Addicted

By Catalina I am addicted. Yes, I am an addict. I’m addicted to the crack that I smoke a part of me dies every time I take a puff, those puffs that make me choke. I am addicted. Yes, I am an addict. I’m addicted to all different types of cigarettes, I don;t care they made out of garbage. I love my cigarettes. I’m addicted. I once did heroin, once took ecstasy and then did acid, but it gave me the opinion to see that it wasn’t killing me. I drink alcohol too, but its not affecting you. I also sniffed coke telling kids its the new soda cook, it comes in powder, but I’m gaining more power. I’m healthier than ever, but while drugs are across the street, it couldn’t hurt. I am addicted. Yes, I am an addict. Taken all kind and I’m still here so don’t come to me with you comments and complaints because these drugs are telling me nothing but complements. But I know what you are probably thinking about me, that I’m wasting my life while a man is pimping me, but I’m addicted and I’m a survivor not a body abuser. The drug is use is in the ink, not in the veins of the pen user. Drugs carry nothing but poison and how ever’s using them is going to hunt down ever person’s or people. Don’t use drugs, use them in other ways like I do. I use the drugs inside this ink to write this message to you. I write poetry, what can you do?