Pills and powders flying around the streets, each dealer adding their own unique twist to create a bigger batch of what they call a treat. A lads night out, a festival gone wrong, it doesn’t take much for you not to be so strong. “I know my limit” they say, but the pill that you pop may lead you astray, all that you’ve worked for, all who you love, gone in a flash over a dodgy bag of drugs. Laying on the floor cold as ice, maybe next time you would’ve thought twice, an almost fatality could scare you away, but maybe your mates, will stop after today. Hands on your chest trying to pump you back to life, when they announce there’s no hope I drop to my knees praying that somehow something would rather take me, but I’m not so lucky, and I have to suffer, the pain of losing my very first lover. You read it in articles, you see it on the news, but the seriousness of the issue is not there to amuse, it’s real life, these people on screens are daughters, sons, friends, sibling, grandchildren and even parents, all going the same way, so sudden, sometimes unintentional. Mental health can lead you that way, but the reason you took them may not be that you didn’t want to stay, you wanted a good time, you thought it was a laugh, but who’s laughing now when your buried under grass. Heartache and pain follow those who loved you around like a dagger to the heart, each day thinking how could it have start. Parents blaming themselves feeling they could’ve raised you better, loved ones and friends wishing they could hold you in their sweater. Pills and powders shouldn’t be so glamourised by people especially the youth, as until it’s too late you may not believe the truth.