Fun And Good Times Poem by sean alexander

They promise of making you faster.
They promise of giving you laughter.
Their promise of seeing wonderful things
Their promises of making you want to sing.
Their promise of being able to fly
Making it feel like you’ll never die.

When left alone they begin to cry
Take us, take us, and give us a try.
But once their in, your mouth they soon begin.
To set your soul on fire

Your heart beats to fast and begins yelp.
The laughter is just screams of help.
You cannot see because they’ve made you blind.
The singing is only in your mind.
You cannot fly because you cannot move,
And that final promise it now proves,
That their lies about making you feel alive
Only brings you closer to death every time.

You are a slave under their control.
They own everything about you, even your soul.

Finally one day, after four years they’ve taken away.
And your whole life is now in disarray.
you want to forget this day, and your life
so you go to your old friend the pipe
you take a hit, to fake a smile
your whole world now null and vile.


But finally your mind it breaks.
Your heart it. can no longer make,
The beats that have let you stay awake.

Your time has come.
Your end is near
Was It worth it all my dear?
To give your life for just one thrill.
You have succumb to one little pill
No time to take back the mistakes you’ve made
And no time for anyone to come to your aide
You lived your life on top of blades.
And your day has begun to fade.


So take one more breath,
And embrace sweet, sweet death.
If only you did not try meth.