Don’t do drugs. They’ll take away the suffering. The pain and all the heartache. That feeling in your throat when you wanna cry.
They’ll make you forget about the time you cried so long your eyes dried shut.
Yes, drugs are bad. Some keep you calm, some rile you up. All to make you feel good. As good as a slice of butter as it melts over the top of a fresh short stack. Some as good as the feeling of the first time you kissed her lips. Some so good, you’ll think to die.
They’ll keep you from feeling. But it’ll all be right here when you get back.