If it could help just one person, I would die a happy child.

Depth of struggle creates something so small creates,

Something turns into everything, craving turns into dependency. 

Dependency looks like the darkness of satisfaction of being alone. 

More than one hundred thousand overdose deaths.

All lives are filled with pure people, pure life, pure sadness, pure struggle. 

Her life was not her own after struggling.

Poison has ruined her, her life, her family, soon her own children.

Reality she has been surrounded by for a majority of her life.

I have seen the struggles of addiction through from the best to the worst.

The major thought of a mind centered around the worst possible poison for someone.

It's a key, a key to depression, unsatisfaction, limited numb feeling of what happiness is.

I feel no sympathy for those who choose that over their family and loved ones.

What should bring you satisfaction, and pure happiness have been shut down by addiction. 

The solution is not taking poison, it's removing it.