October 28, 2019
Author Unknown
If someone was to ever ask me what it’s like to do drugs, I would tell them this:
It’s like spending every single penny you ever had, on drugs.
It’s like going days without eating even though you were starving, but you needed dope more.
It’s like going days without sleep only to shoot up more dope to stay awake to shoot up more dope.
It’s like having to lie to every family and friend in your life.
It’s like believing all the lies you’ve told is the truth.
It’s like lighting a whole pack of cigarettes and never smoking one.
It’s like waking up hating yourself from the shame and guilt.
It’s like going into withdrawals every 6 hours then repeating the ritual of injecting yourself over and over again.
It’s like never attending any family event because you were too high.
It’s like everything was on your drug dealers time. If they said five hours, you’ll wait 10 or more.
It’s like being late to every single day of your life even if you started getting ready long before you were supposed to be somewhere.
It’s like losing so much weight you can’t fit into any of your clothes.
It’s like losing everything you’ve ever owned or loved in your entire life.
It’s like nobody believing a word you say, even if it was the truth.
It’s like being a prisoner inside your own head that you can’t get away from.
It’s like contemplating suicide every single day.
It’s like never being scared to die.
It’s like trying to shut your brain up for even five minutes.
It’s like seeing your family and friends beg for you to stop, only for you to leave and go get high because the shame is just too much.
It’s like stopping is impossible on your own.
It’s like you’d do absolutely anything for more. And you did.
It’s like talking in circles for hours about absolutely nothing.
It’s like living in places you’d never go before you did dope with no power and no running water.
It’s like no matter where you go everyone knows you’re a drug addict.
It’s like thinking everyone is out to get you and people can read your every thought.
It’s like walking into rehab 100 pounds with the clothes on your back and being scared to death.
It’s like giving your entire life away.
So if you’re ever curious like I was, please at least know the truth.
Curiosity killed the cat, and it’ll kill you too.
