This poem reflects on the situation that addicts are going through and their need for connection. They also have dreams just like ours and they also want to talk but they just cannot. Hope I have done justice to this sensitive topic by giving proper wording. When their loved ones leave them, they use these addictions to deal with themselves and their desire to have a shoulder to cry on.
It was another great morning yesterday filled with refreshing wind as the birds sing. My mind filled with same old everyday thoughts about the hurdles in my application and ways to overcome, ways to make my day effective, to reflect on things I know, to learn about things I don’t know and so on. So a typical 4:00 AM morning with just myself and the beautiful green park empty yet full but it was a bit different today. Just across from where I was sitting, I saw a boy (my age) sitting under a tree. I could not figure out what he was doing from the distance so I decided to walk closer and found him injecting drugs. Now, my first reaction was “what a waste of life?”, he knows the side effects on his body so “why does he do it?, why why why?”. I was going to walk away just when a thought came into mind of actually asking him why he does this. I write about helping others so this was my chance to maybe help him so I should not walk away. Scared from the way he would react, I took my steps carefully one after another and in a soft voice gave a quick introduction while I sat myself beside him. This decision changed my perspective completely. He talked about how he never really wanted to do this but as he was growing up, he saw his parents using it. He saw his siblings using it so he wanted to try it out. So, basically he had nobody to stop him. Then of-course the chemicals took its course and he could not let go. But it was not just this that got him addicted. It was the fact that when his parents were no more and his brother was never there for him, he was ALONE. One by one everyone left him and he had nobody to talk to. Now, he said, everyone looks at him as criminal. Nobody wants to be with him. Humans have a natural and innate need to bond. When we are happy and healthy, we bond and connect with each other. But if someone is traumatized, isolated or beaten down by life then they will bond with something which will provide them relief and that usually comes in the form of gambling, *******, cannabis and many more (you name it). He kept talking and talking like he has not talked before and then crying. That moment changed who I was. Its like my thoughts were being ripped apart and re-constructed.

So I request you with my folded hands to talk to people if they are in trouble. All they want you to say is “I love you and I am there for you”; “My lips are shut and my ears are open so say whatever you want”; “I am there for you”. Its these small things that bring the greatest difference. Not every yellow thing is gold and not every black thing is coal.