• Hear me.

    It's time you know,
    of those around,
    who refuse to hear,
    event the slightest sound.
    Fake tears my flow,
    from bored eyes,
    mouths open and speak,
    "That's depressing" or sighs
    Truthful stories spill,
    about suffering in pain,
    but all they think is
    "Are you insane?"
    They say,"It's impossible for me,
    to be addicted to drugs,
    for I don't hang around,
    with bullies or thugs."
    But it matters not,
    with whom you hang,
    whether preppy or punk,
    or even a gang.
    Drugs may get to you,
    there's always the chance,
    but it's not too late,
    to take a fighting stance.
    Can you hear me now?
    Drugs may kill,
    no in fact,
    they will.
    You will always have the choice,
    to say no,
    even if your peers,
    pressure you so.
    And when they say,
    that they're always right,
    you'll automatically know,
    they're as high as a kite.
    But you must help them,
    even if they refuse,
    for when you play with drugs,
    you'll always lose.