One more shot till he hit the floor
We told him to stop
He needed no more!
Drugs, making him feel his best
He figured he had nothing left
He was going insane
Money, he is stressed.
Screams heard across the hall
'Let me be released'
With no replies.
He knew now, he was nothing at all.
He fired.
He hit the deck.
dead.
Now nothing is left.
Again, you don't know how much it means to me when someone replies positive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was a suicide that followed along with not having money for more. I also in my opinion if you're to do drugs that's your responsibility, but don't be high or whatever and causing any harm.