A Drug Worth Dying For

I tried drugs today,
going against my brain.
I needed to feel fire,
course through my veins.
It awoke something in me,
I hate to admit,
because now I started,
how can I quit?
But oh so slowly,
as i started to thin,
like any good drug,
he killed me from within.
And never good for me,
I knew that too well,
but every time I had him
It was such a SWeet, sweet hell.
I truly did not know,
what I was inflicting,
but God I did not know,
He would be so addicting

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