{note: This is my first real effort at making a poem, so I'd really like some descriptive help on the rhythm and rhyming patterns. [: Thanks.}

These drugs have a hold of me,
They’re drowning my thoughts.
They cloud my vision,
I can’t see,
This is a war I’ve fought
One too many times,
This isn’t me.

I want to go and buy another dime,
And fight for what’s mine.
It doesn’t make me crazy.
Doing drugs isn’t a crime,
I don’t want to do any time.

My vision’s getting hazy,
Thanks to my relapse.
This is just what I need.
I’m beginning to feel tired, and lazy,
All thanks to my weed.

I’m not addicted to drugs,
I’m addicted to how they make me feel.
This empty feeling really bugs me,
So I make another drug deal.

I have a problem,
And I don’t know what to do,
So I pop another Roofie
Maybe a Vicodin too.

Everything feels so goofy,
I’m beginning to fall asleep.
My eyelids are droopy,
People say mental addictions
Are just skin-deep.

But it’s so much more.
This feeling isn’t fiction
It’s my cocaine,
This problem’s tiresome,
It’s taking over my brain.

Pop three Valium
And hope for the best
This drug relapse
Is better than the rest.