From friends a bit by bit.
With the urge to fit in.
Aware of it being a sin.
I wouldn't have become a junkie.
Trying to avoid the mockery of peers,
Wrath of teachers and friends jeers
The sole reason or so I thought.
Leading to their final separation,
Leaving me in a broken relation.
Was an excellent force,
To push me further - to sink,
In world of eyes - so pink.
From reality my mind was not too close.
In the wind like a floating feather
Flying aimlessly to wither.
Had made me eccentric in the society.
When I realized, being slow in understanding,
In my hands my life was depending.