“Yo dude, pass us the lighter”
Another day of living the life,
The life we all wanted to live,
The one where we thought we could do nothing,
Where we could enjoy ourselves,
Have fun,
But now it’s much more.
 
The all too familiar sound of the lighter sparking,
This isn’t a life,
This is a burden,
An anxiety attack,
A fear of the dark.
But it’s too late now,
I’m here for good.
 
“Do you ever like… Think of a life without drugs?”
Yes,
Only every night.
I pray for my friends, my education,
My life.
I want another shot,
Just one more,
So I can do right by my family.
 
“I’m going to quit. Just not today”
Every day,
Every session,
The same old bullshit,
Over and over.
 
“Never again man, I got too much going on as it is”
Again, again, again,
The crackle and hiss,
The bubbling,
The smell,
The pain.
 
“Just do it man, it’ll make you feel better”
Just one…
Just one more…
Then it’s gone for good,
Never to be seen.
 
“I promise mum… just... one… more…"