Am I High?

Pop!
You’ve opened it up. And I’m caught,
You pour it down my throat,
till I’m too tired,
It stung, the first time; Am I high?

Inhale.
The opium air laughs in my burnt lungs.
Exhaled out into smoky skies,
till I can’t care,
It’s hurt, the first time; Am I high?

Alone.
With my headaches and half memories
Light one more, drink one more,
till there’s no more.
It helped me. Every time; Am I high?

No, I’m not high, just drugged,
Just tricked, just played.
Just numb
And that’s good enough for me.