I’ve seen it.
That look in the eye when the soul’s half gone,
when you’d trade your last heartbeat
for one more hit.
Drugs don’t care who you are,
don’t care what you do.
They don’t care if you’ve got babies to feed,
or bills overdue.
It don’t check your job,
your past, your skin.
It don’t knock first
it just walks in.
I’ve seen teachers lose it.
Doctors too.
I’ve seen a mamas pray for sobriety
and still fall through..
That man on the corner?
He once had a home.
That girl in the alley?
She somebody's own.
That guy noddin’ out by the wall in the rain?
He taught your mama math—before the drugs took a play..
People love to point.
“Look at that ******
That tweaker. That mess.”
But they don’t see the story
that lives in that chest.
Cuz pain don’t pick favorites.
And shame don’t heal.
You don’t know the weight
‘til you feel what they feel.
One day it might hit close—
your kid, your blood, your name.
And you’ll wish the world
wasn’t built on blame.
So yeah, I’ve seen some things.
I’ve buried some too.
But I’ve learned this truth
the hard way through:
Drugs don’t judge.
They just take.
But one ounce of hope
can change a soul’s fate..
So next time you see someone falling apart,
don’t turn your head.
That’s somebody’s heart.
And maybe, just maybe,
that heart could be you real soon.
Stay humble and proud, but dont underestimate the shameful power thats round.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
I’ve seen it.
That look in the eye when the soul’s half gone,
when you’d trade your last heartbeat
for one more hit.
Drugs don’t care who you are,
don’t care what you do.
They don’t care if you’ve got babies to feed,
or bills overdue.
It don’t check your job,
your past, your skin.
It don’t knock first
it just walks in.
I’ve seen teachers lose it.
Doctors too.
I’ve seen a mamas pray for sobriety
and still fall through..
That man on the corner?
He once had a home.
That girl in the alley?
She somebody's own.
That guy noddin’ out by the wall in the rain?
He taught your mama math—before the drugs took a play..
People love to point.
“Look at that ******
That tweaker. That mess.”
But they don’t see the story
that lives in that chest.
Cuz pain don’t pick favorites.
And shame don’t heal.
You don’t know the weight
‘til you feel what they feel.
One day it might hit close—
your kid, your blood, your name.
And you’ll wish the world
wasn’t built on blame.
So yeah, I’ve seen some things.
I’ve buried some too.
But I’ve learned this truth
the hard way through:
Drugs don’t judge.
They just take.
But one ounce of hope
can change a soul’s fate..
So next time you see someone falling apart,
don’t turn your head.
That’s somebody’s heart.
And maybe, just maybe,
that heart could be you real soon.
Stay humble and proud, but dont underestimate the shameful power thats round.
