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From the pockets of people on the street, to the boxes under the beds of young teens. I’m everywhere, but nowhere all the same And I have become the biggest problem of society’s everyday. The COD of celebrities- An overdose, and what a shame. That the blame goes to something that People can’t control, there’s nothing gained something out of their hands and unless it’s a big name, like Michael, Amy, Cory, River, the lives that death has claimed seem to not matter. ... Why do they not matter? Post a picture of a teen who passed of overdose- See how many, “sympathetic” likes and shares and votes. The people who share don’t get it, for their hearts are not broke and their loved one isn’t ripped from them, like velcro. They don’t want to let go, Their mind’s about to blow from the stress of tears and fears and they ask themselves: Why? Why them? Did I make them do that? Am I the cause for their disbelief and a lacking accommodation? It only hits years later that it actually wasn’t their fault. Flash forward- ten years later. People remember the big names who passed- Biggie, Heath, Whitney, All because of me, but what about Alexander Morisen, barely 14? You shared his picture all those years ago. I took his life too, but no- he doesn’t matter, to anyone but the grieving family and friends who live every day without the highlight and creation that I myself destroyed their happiness is void due to simple curiosity, which became an addiction, like some sort of anabolic steroid. I take the blame for games that are played with teenagers and adults all the same, those who give in to shame in the trade in which society forbade, like someone had just dug your grave with a shovel, and was now waiting for you, to take the jump that came with the game that you, yourself, have played with me. I take the blame because no one else will, because it doesn’t matter if it was on purpose or accident, people hate to talk about it, because if it isn’t talked about, it isn’t real. But it is real, it’s so real and people everyday learn about this mistake in the hard way. Because society is not educated- they don’t know what to do until it’s too late, and then act all sorrowful as if they knew them. They didn’t. I did, and I take the blame. I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
Society's Drug
From the pockets of people on the street, to the boxes under the beds of young teens. I’m everywhere, but nowhere all the same And I have become the biggest problem of society’s everyday. The COD of celebrities- An overdose, and what a shame. That the blame goes to something that People can’t control, there’s nothing gained something out of their hands and unless it’s a big name, like Michael, Amy, Cory, River, the lives that death has claimed seem to not matter. ... Why do they not matter? Post a picture of a teen who passed of overdose- See how many, “sympathetic” likes and shares and votes. The people who share don’t get it, for their hearts are not broke and their loved one isn’t ripped from them, like velcro. They don’t want to let go, Their mind’s about to blow from the stress of tears and fears and they ask themselves: Why? Why them? Did I make them do that? Am I the cause for their disbelief and a lacking accommodation? It only hits years later that it actually wasn’t their fault. Flash forward- ten years later. People remember the big names who passed- Biggie, Heath, Whitney, All because of me, but what about Alexander Morisen, barely 14? You shared his picture all those years ago. I took his life too, but no- he doesn’t matter, to anyone but the grieving family and friends who live every day without the highlight and creation that I myself destroyed their happiness is void due to simple curiosity, which became an addiction, like some sort of anabolic steroid. I take the blame for games that are played with teenagers and adults all the same, those who give in to shame in the trade in which society forbade, like someone had just dug your grave with a shovel, and was now waiting for you, to take the jump that came with the game that you, yourself, have played with me. I take the blame because no one else will, because it doesn’t matter if it was on purpose or accident, people hate to talk about it, because if it isn’t talked about, it isn’t real. But it is real, it’s so real and people everyday learn about this mistake in the hard way. Because society is not educated- they don’t know what to do until it’s too late, and then act all sorrowful as if they knew them. They didn’t. I did, and I take the blame. I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
This was written for my Poetry Class' Slam Poetry event of 2014.
#drugs#loss#society
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
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