She led a clean life.
She was contented and didn't need anything else.
Something was offered to her.
She just dabbled in it for fun.
Then she got hooked.
But it was a manageable kind of hook.
She wasn't addicted and so
She continued with it.
It gave her much fun and joy.
It made her feel silly at times
But it was a kind of giggly high feeling
that was of no harm.
Sure, at times she got into trouble
But it was not of a problem to her
Because her world was finally
Sunny and bright,
Filled with pretty flowers and colours.
One day there was no more.
And she went on with life,
thinking it will be fine.
But then it started to hurt.
Desolation was the word.
And she couldn't believe the
withdrawal symptoms.
Then she crawled into her bed,
with eyes tightly shut.
And it was the same kind of dark.
Psst, i think she wants back her drug.
posted at [7:36 PM]
fi-ne
