The Monster

The monster took over his mind.

Leaving him with nothing but the thought of drugs.

Everyday I lose more and more sight of him.

Standing here by myself with no way to help.

The monster became more important than me.

I was supposed to be his best friend.

So I got high with him, 

to see him smile.

Because these drugs are making him happier than I ever did.

I no longer recognize this boy I used to know.

The monster took over.

This poem is about: 
My family
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