High? or Low?

This poem came to me from life experience while i was in treatment it tells a little piece of my story.

High! Or Low?

Written by michael deno

10/08/15

Rush of heat, in my veins,

Always acting, very strange,

Crashing out, on the couch,

Becoming, Oscar the Grouch.

Game systems, all sold for more.

Police are constantly, knocking at my door,

All sorts of trust, broken and lost,

Risking life daily, despite the cost.

Homes destroyed, and then discarded,

Children hungry, and left broken hearted,

I've missed birthdays, and many other milestones.

Ninety on the freeway, swerving in and out of cones!

My teeth look like they've been painted,

Lives contaminated and badly tainted,

Lost and broken now addicted,

Busted arrested and CONVICTED!

Sentenced, shipped, and finally treated,

Changed forever, but not defeated...

Is high on drugs, high, or is it low? For me, this high, has taken Me, lower, than I Ever, thought I could go.