They told me the high would set me free,
A spark, a thrill, a better me.
A pill for pain, a puff for peace,
A little break, a small release.

They dressed it up in silver lies,
With stars behind their glassy eyes.
“It helps you cope, it makes you bold—
Just try it once, don’t be so cold.”

So I did.

And the sky bent down.
And the world spun soft, without a sound.
I laughed too loud, I cried too slow,
And thought I'd found a secret glow.

But oh—
How quickly that light can fade,
When you're caught in the trap that the devil laid.
What starts as choice becomes a chain,
What once brought joy now only pain.

I needed more to feel the same,
Each hit a match, each breath a flame.
But fire feeds, and fire steals—
Until it burns the way one feels.

My hands once built, now only shake.
My voice, once strong, began to break.
I lied. I stole. I disappeared.
The ones I loved grew cold, then feared.

And yet—I stayed.
Even as my body frayed.
Even as my dreams turned black.
Even when there was no turning back.

Drugs don’t knock.
They crash, they crawl.
They don’t ask nicely
Before they take it all.

They don’t care if you're smart or kind.
They only want your soul, your mind.
They turn your life into a bet—
And every single time, you’ll lose the debt.

You’ll trade your name for nicknames whispered,
Your laughter for a wheeze and blister.
You’ll give away your time, your youth—
Until you’ve lost the strength for truth.

But listen...

There is a way.
There’s still a dawn beyond this gray.
It starts with no. It starts with light.
It starts with walking from the night.

So if you stand where I once stood—
Tempted, aching, misunderstood—
Remember this:
No high is worth your flame.
No thrill is worth a life in shame.

You are more than smoke and pills.
You are not your darkest chills.
Your life is gold. Your breath is rare.
And someone, somewhere, deeply cares.

Choose to rise.
Choose to fight.
Choose your soul.
Choose the light.