For Drugs

“For Drugs” is a disturbing poem about not being able to pay for drugs with money and resorting to different payment methods, all while still being very young. This poem was found in an old notebook, so the date it was written is unknown. Most likely originally written in early 2021.

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I’m your little pet,

Blissful servitude.

Maybe the joy is an act

I put on just for you.

I’ll even call you daddy,

Just how you like it.

You can call me baby girl,

I promise I won’t fight it.

I’m only fourteen,

But that doesn’t bother me.

I know you’re in your twenties,

I’m just your nasty little fling.

I hate this, I hate this.

So. Fucking. Much.

I don’t want to be your sex slave,

But how else am I supposed to pay?

You gave me drugs,

I got addicted.

They let me see my life

With 20/20 vision.

But my money ran out,

And I still needed drugs.

You told me I could pay

By being your little slut.

I hate you, I hate you,

But I have to pretend,

Because the better I do,

The more drugs I get sent.

I only said yes

Because I needed drugs bad,

And I knew my body

Is a body you’ve had.

I didn’t consent,

You made me pass out.

You drugged me,

Then added me to your count.

I’m your little pet,

Blissful servitude.

I hate you, I hate you,

If only you knew.

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