Not the answers to your problems

I can seduce you , ill make you my slave
Ive sent men stronger than you to thier graves
Do you think that you posess better taste
Than end up addicted to poppy seed waste
You may start with a smoke one afternoon
But you could! be taking me in your arms very soon
And when ive entered deep in your vein
Your life will never quite be the same
Money youll need loads, or so ive been told
Cos darling i can be as expensive as gold
Youll swindle your family, without any fear
And let your self starve if it gets you your gear
When you meet in the mirror the monster youve grown
Youll secretly promise to leave me alone
So you now think you have the magical knack
Sweetie, try getting me off your back
Vomiting ,cramps, your guts in a knot
Your trembling nerves scream please just one more shot
Hot sweats cold chills the withdrawal pains
Youll feel will only stop ,by taking those grains
Like theres no other way ,theres no need to look
For deep down inside youll feel that your hooked
Youd give up your morals your conscience your heart
And you can be mine until death do us part

not everyone who takes drugs
becomes an addict i agree
its about choices and i respect that
and maybe making them legal would prevent some deaths granted
but not all so i thought id share a poem with you all

Hope this makes just one person think!!