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Rate my little bro's poem?

He's 12 so he's too young to ask a question so i'm asking for him. Please rate this poem and give your honest opinions.

Drugs

A stained syringe of liquid
A pill full of chemicals and desire
Burning off the powder like fire
Smoking a herb, your thoughts being clouded

Don’t care for anyone else, your mind being deluded
Don’t know what to do, trapped in a quagmire
White colored skin, pale as a vampire
Poor as a church mouse, haunted by illiquid

To the back of a van to get a quick fix
Or in the back of a parking lot
Then the police barge in, lock you up
Standing behind bars because of my antics

Going into withdraw while you rot
Living the rest of my life puking in a cup