My Pipe


Sleepless nights,
Laying in bed.
Horrible nightmares
replay in my head.

All the things
I shouldn't have done;
All I wanted was to
have some fun.

I got high so I could feel.
I didn't think it was a big deal.
But I lost my family and my friends...
I just want this all to end.

I'm broken.
I'm a mess.
All because,
I smoked some meth.

I thought crystal
was my best friend.
But, in reality
it was the beginning of the end.

I hit rock bottom
and I hit it hard.
Thanks to my pipe,
I'm forever scarred.

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