The Impossible Drug

It's a high we all crave
But not all of us grasp
just how wonderfully dangerous
just a taste is.
I miss it yet I don't.
Something I want to seek
yet I won't.
Miss the high, loathe the low.
Because when the high died,
my heart cried,
pour itself out inside.
Leaving my despair resting
in the lowest, darkest valley.
All emotions
alone in a dark, cold alley
bloody and beaten.
To gain,
and not to lose
with this high,
this substance,
this drug of emotions
is quite a feat
which you must face
the impossible to beat.