Ode to being drug free

This high gets me by the fun I miss in my life. In the smokey haze that’s got me hungover for days. My drug is my addition and this ain’t no fiction. Help me, someone? I’m hooked as though I am an innocent little girl in a candy store. Struggling, pondering how all is bad. Wishing to have back, better knowledge, I had. Dear Master above just let me be. And now no one is helping me. Can I not have an easier exit from this downfall? As I lay in dismay as to what might just become of me Hear me, someone. I am drowning in the exhalation of polluted breath that captures the air. I shall not dare take on this trail taken by many. Please take interest in my ode to maintain pure blood. Follow me, someone? Have prudence to stay clean of this disease. Don’t get trapped and feel like this. They are not happy.