you have to keep reminding yourself,
when you're feeling weak,
that drugs are kind of like an aeroplane,
crashing.
you feel bad,
they'll lift you up,
take you high into the sky,
above the clouds,
where everything is beautiful,
you'll feel better up there,
but it's only short term.
remember,
eventually the engines will start to fail.
you'll be falling at a ridiculous speed,
you'll crash against the ground,
and everything will go up in flames.
and that will feel ten times worse than anything you felt before.*
n.l.b
inspired by a poem i reposted, an na meeting and a conversation with a friend.