My Dependency, a poem by Yahuza Abdulkadir

MY DEPENDENCY, A POEM BY YAHUZA ABDULKADIR

Losing a loved one got me into smoking and drinking. I tried to quit but it’s the most difficult thing to do.

I love you so much that I believed
Without you I can’t survive,
You were so kind to me, till you left me.
You left me in tears, now I’m aggrieved.

I couldn’t believe I’ve changed this way,
I can’t resist the pain,
sniffing is my new plane.
Thinking that it will give me the relief I crave.

I wish I could change,
I try to convince myself but it’s all so strange.
Drugs has taken over me, it’s now eating up my soul.
Smoking has turned my skin black, like a piece of charcoal.

Drugs has taken away my freedom, it took away my choice,
You could even hear it in my voice.
I’m now addicted to drugs and alcohol,
It makes me feel like I’m on top of the world.

Sometimes I feel like I can fly,
I have nothing to worry about when I’m high.
Addiction has caused me so much pain,
It made me go crazy and insane.

It took away my dignity,
My head was taking me away from reality,
I put my family to shame
With no one blame.

I really want to quit,
But the next day I get back to it,
I lost hope and happiness,
I need to end this before death leaves me soulless.

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