God, Forgive Me: A Poem About Drugs

I stole a star from God,

In a glass soul,

It's contained;

It shines brightly.

My friend knows the way,

Will I follow?

Snort the meth?

Go at it again?

And grab another star from God,

and keep running from him?

That One Time... Remember?

You don't like noone touching ur heart,
whips and words has he noticed the cards
change?
Drugs embarrased a student,
drugs make a social butterfly boast blasphemous behavior
or to turn into a labored hermit,
it makes them look exciting,
it makes them show a show.
People end life,
people talk back,
But what's worst of if all is...
I tried smack.