My Days On Drugs Poem by Kaspa Richards

Remember my shrooms days getting lost in a haze,
Of colours so bright they quickly got me dazed,
Saw pink and green stars above me reality was erased,
Swimming in a red ocean that the chef Psilocybin made,
Below me was the world mermaids lived and played,
My brain was euphoric my third eye was engaged,
The air was blue and I knew my soul had been be saved,
My only wish is that I wish could’ve stayed
Still to this day I long to go and play under psychedelic rays
This reality is a maze but my shrooms reality was my way
To me to escape all this life’s bulls*** and for a few hours feel amazed

No one really knows about my time on benzos
Diazepam beat my anxiety and broke his nose
I felt the real me come back from the dark
I wasn’t using to get high I was using to get up and go
Anxiety is a killer for the personality and my social show
Those sweet little blue pills helped me grow
My personality was shrunken and shriveled
I felt so, so, low living a life that blows
Every answer to an invite for a date or night out
Was a sure fired quick and stern no
But on benzos I was ready to let the past go

My time on weed was just the drug I needed
The stress of a family tearing itself a part
Felt my heart give me a warning that I heeded
If you don’t relax your gonna do something stupid
See your wrists start bleeding coz you’re slowly conceding
Your life is tearing your soul to shreds
Your eyes can’t stand to watch the rows and the beatings
So picked some up and rolled a spliff to shut them up
For the first time in six years I was relaxed under that ceiling
Upped my use to feel loose and flying with a goose
The elephant in the room didn’t bother me as long as I had my dealings