The lonliest time in all the world

Is when you feel down-hearted,

Nothing there to lift you up

Back to where you started.

The 'high' now passed the 'downer' fills

The mind with morbid dread,

Yearning for the next meal time

When the habit will be fed.

Thinking now of all the ways

To get another 'fix',

The pockets empty but the cravings start,

So out to do some 'tricks'.

To strike a deal and then return

To quell that urgent pain,

Then the soaring of euphoria

And life seems good again.

The part that is so pitiful,

Is someone has to pay,

So the dealers, well, they make the money

Whilst a life fritters away.

Youngsters that are easily 'hooked'

And this is all they know,

Their life is now 'The Junkie'

And the toxins they do flow

Within the body and in the mind

And though they may feel great,

Once it gets it's vice round you

It sometimes is too late.

Help is there abundantly,

As people try to save,

The addicts, that could be our own,

From an early grave.

Written by Cassandra Diane    Copyright 2000