The me on drugs

I look back at the darkest of my days..
the lying, the using, the people I betrayed.

I wasn't myself. I was me on drugs.  
I was careless, dangerous, the worst with withdrawals

I blamed others for things that went wrong,
but never myself, convinced all along

Addicted to pills, white powder and grass
I needed to stop, change my ways, if I wanted to last

The hardest times were yet to come
Migraines, vomiting, hallucinating wasn't fun 

I'll admit relapsing more than one time
or how I cried wishing to be high.

A year later I'm clean, my mind is clear
now others around me, aren't living in fear

I'm proud of the changes I've made to this day.
I'm no longer lost in the substance parade.