What Do You Expect?

Been ridin' through hell.
My mind locked up in a cell.
Who am I? Its getting harder and harder for me to tell.

Don't like the way I'm feeling.
Smokin' my issues instead of dealing.
What am I doing? I know what this is stealing.

Fantasy and reality started to blend.
Still I so foolishly pretend,
My greatest enemy wasn't once my treasured friend.

It should come as no surprise,
Fed me full of so many lies.
He wasn't a saint, just the devil in disguise.

He painted false illusions.
His promises were only delusions.
All my problems started as my solutions.

So much of myself he helped to deprive.
No guarantee he'll let me out alive.
It's starting to get cold, and only the strong survive.

I draw in my last breath,
He finally led me to my death.
But what do you expect when you have fallen in love with meth.....

By:
T.K.

This poem is about: 
Me

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