The math behind the drugs

The little geometry behind
those expert lines.
You're my best friend, but your love, your drug, it's binding
like glue to the man who introduced you.
The powdery substance bringing you the countless highs,
the pain finally subsides.
But what your feeling is just the buzz of the moment
and now your pain, it's multiplied to ten times what it was before it.
The precision of the math,
the fate of the weight within those bags.
Held on a scale, the addition of the drags,
drags- smoke filling the room.
Holding you hostage, dividing your time.
Minus your family, don't worry just leave them behind,
but your delusion in the mix
is your false solution to the fix.
Hoping for change
the solution to the equation
but the formula is your own interpretation
of what is really important!
The money that is continuously wasted,
the long hours of work just to face it.
The calculation of the cash,
hidden beneath your mattress,
there, no doubt, i'll find your stash.
Don't think that i dont know it.
You're eyes are giving you away,
the rotting lies between your teeth.
No longer white,
but inside, your conscience and your drug meet
for the first time.
Your seeing the destruction,
the deduction of your youth.
The division of your family
and the pain in the truth.
You need to stop,
finally, just end this warped life that you've been living.
In high school, they teach you all about giving.
To the poor, the helplss but not the addicted.
Tell me your gifted, enough to give up this journey.
Finally, just finally,
tell me you understand.
This war you won't be winning
so surrender while you can.
The methods of your madness,
each procedure executed perfectly
your time is running out,
you know that it's plain to see.
You wont find these answers in the back of the textbook,
the math is complicated now
and it wont be feeling sorry for the lives it took.
The time now is crucial,
to make this decision.
The nearby ticking clock,
those years that are gone, those years that were forsaken.
This is the story,
of a young teenage girl.
I could say that I really did learn something in highschool
but you,
all you learnt was math,
the math, behind the drugs.