I'm...... an addict.

Young and ignorant, I was as a teen.
Partying, drinking and drugs were my scene.

Following my friends, trying to stay "in",
Not knowing the troubles about to begin.

Doing what friends were doing,
was the cool thing to do,
Even if they were things I didnt want to do.

A sip of a drink, a hit of weed,
Then the swallow of a pill.....
I've found my new thing.

First it was vicodin, the high was amazing,
The feeling it gave me made everything right .

Then onto percocet, a little bit stronger,
Man how I wished that high would last longer.

More and more pills I took everyday,
My cravings growing, they were here to stay.

Now I was screwed, I was hooked and I knew it,
But to feel that high, made it all so worth it.

After a while, perc's werent doing the trick,
My tolerance too high, I needed something stronger and quick.

Onto oxy's I was then turned,
But taking them by mouth just took to long.

Sniffing them got me high much faster,
They gave me the high I was going after.

The money they cost, was ridiculous and steep,
To get high was so expensive, they didnt make it cheap.

I did whatever I could, to get my fix,
So much money blown, it made me sick.

Day after day my routine was the same,
Get up, get high, scrounge for money, then do it again.

The days I couldnt find pills, and the withdrawls were too much,
I turned to cocaine to ease the symptoms, something I thought i'd never touch.

I knew I was in deep, I needed help to get out,
But what could I do? I was an idiot to even start.

If I could go back, back to those days,
When I tried all those things, I would have walked away.

But I didnt, now I'm paying the price,
Trying to get clean, trying to save my life.

Even if I succeed, and I get clean,
it will be a battle I fight for the rest of my life
because I'm...... an addict.