Drug Abuse Poems

Drug Abuse Poems

Poems by Teens about Drug Abuse

Of all age categories that abuse drugs, the teen population is definitely the highest. Older people may use drugs on a recreational basis, but teens approach drugs with the same intensity and desperation with which they approach everything else. Many teens have a sense that they are immortal and that nothing that they do will have a lasting effect. Unfortunately, much to their chagrin, many find themselves struggling with addiction their whole lives.

22 Drug Abuse Poems by Teens

  1. 1. Meth

    • By Brandon Levangie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2016

    These were my thoughts and feelings during a brief time of abstaining from crystal meth. I am happy to say that today I am clean and sober and have been for 15 months! I hope you enjoy the poem.

    Poem About Drug Withdrawal

    Time is consuming.
    I struggle removing
    temptation and sorrow
    for a better tomorrow.
    Life is confusing.
    I'm tired of losing
    in hopes that I'll find
    some peace in my mind.
    Distorted perception,
    thoughts of deception,
    memories that are haunting
    of the drug I'm still wanting.
    Complex situations,
    illogical insinuations.
    Consumed by fear
    from the voices I hear,
    telling me to quit fighting.
    I get tired of re-lighting
    the flame of my soul,
    relocating a goal,
    for the strength to carry out,
    and remove my self-doubt,
    to beat my addiction,
    and inner confliction.
    Let go of my shame,
    break free from this pain.
    Chainless and free,
    for the chance to see
    life without depression,
    feelings without suppression.
    If it's over too easily,
    that'll just tease me.
    Plotting an attack
    on getting you back
    for all of this time
    you controlled my mind.
    Following through,
    I'll say, then I'll do
    to leave you behind
    and never rewind
    to suicidal denial,
    'cause now I can smile
    in knowing I'm free,
    'cause I've finally found me.

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  3. 2. Trying To Find A Balance

    • By Jordan Hall
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2017

    As a young boy, I found drugs and alcohol to be my escape from the troubles that plagued my life. Like with most people, they started to do me more harm than good. I'm two weeks clean, the longest time I can remember in the past 4 years, and I'm just starting to relearn how to live my life.

    Life After Drug Addiction

    My life is like a puzzle when I'm not looking at it high.
    Makes me stronger like a muscle when I see through clear eyes.
    It seems never-ending, like the formula for pi.
    Would it really be the worst thing if I disappeared and died?

    But why, I ask God, is my path so unclear?
    I put on this face for family, when I'm really all fear.
    Hustling through the shadows of my slow-stepped peers,
    Only thing that keeps me going is the fact I made it here.

    A mere pawn in this screwed up game of life.
    Just getting out of bed to get ready is a fight.
    Blinded by the darkness, asking God for some light.
    Give up and take the loss, I just might.

    Or write out each and every little step
    Of what I just did or what I'll do next.
    Just now am I feeling that I might pass the test,
    Prove to myself that I'm as normal as the rest.

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  5. 3. Crystal

    • By Amy Brunson
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009

    I am a recovering addict. When I was in rehab, I decided to sit and write a poem about the steps I went through that made me realize I needed help. I would never wish addiction on anyone.

    Poem By A Recovering Addict

    Crystal was once my friend.
    She was always there for me
    Whenever I was in need.
    She helped me through my ups and downs,
    And whenever I wore a frown,
    I thought we would always be friends
    Until one day I realized I was stuck with her forever.
    She tore me apart.
    She took everything I had.
    She put me on the street with nothing but a garbage bag.
    She turned me family away from me.
    When I was with her, I felt free.
    She made me think she was all I had.
    I didn't realize my life was getting so bad.
    She promised me I was good in her hands.
    She took away all my hope,
    And now she is what I need to cope.
    She made me feel so loved.
    Then one day I couldn't find her.
    I then realized she was a liar.
    She promised me things, and I believed her.
    All she really did was promise to ruin my life.
    She took my family, and now I'm alone.
    I guess now I am on my own.
    She left me with nothing but an empty glass pipe.
    Now I live in poverty with no one in sight.
    I think to myself will I ever get my family back?
    Will I ever live a good life again?
    Crystal is no longer my friend.
    She is my worst enemy.
    Now that you have heard what she has done to me,
    Run away form this devil.
    Don't let her bring you down.
    One hit and you're done,
    So my advice to you is run.

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  6. 4. I Did It Too

    • By Cammy
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2007

    I chose drugs over my little girl just like my mother did to me. I'm clean now and wish I had another chance. I'm sorry, Marissa.

    Regretting A Past With Drugs

    You only know what you learn.
    I was so young and had nowhere to turn.
    Growing up, I said I wouldn't do that to my kid.
    I repeated the cycle, and I did.
    I left her alone; I let her down.
    Just like my mother, I was never around.
    My daughter cries the same way I used to.
    I wonder if my mom ever hurt like I do.
    I miss my little girl so much,
    and now I'm on the right track.
    I wish they would give her back.
    I did to her what was done to me.
    I wish I could tell her I'm sorry.

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  7. 5. Addiction

    • By Holly
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2012

    I'm 13. My step dad is a drug addict. He recently went away to rehab.
    He's told me and my mom so many lies. He's so incredibly talented at lying just to get a fix. I wrote this as a way to just let it go and never think about him again.

    Step Dad Is An Addict

    Hiding under the covers.
    Pretending I don't see,
    Acting like I'm strong,
    Won't let you influence me.

    Hiding under the covers.
    She's hypnotized by your lies!
    It's obvious you've hurt us,
    again, time after time.

    Hiding under the covers.
    Hearing your words slur, watching you fall.
    Are the pills for the back pain?
    Do you even hurt at all?

    Hiding under the covers.
    We're not the ones to blame.
    You make us feel so guilty,
    But no more, We proclaim!

    Hiding under the covers,
    and now I show my face.
    No longer can you hurt us,
    your healing, somewhere safe.

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  8. 6. Escape

    • By Emily F
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014

    I started smoking pot four months ago. Around the time my mother and father decided to split up. My parents decision to get a divorce has really hurt me and my younger brother (who also recently got into drugs and has been suicidal). I find marijuana to be an escape from my problems because for a few hours I can find myself at peace. I don't support drug use at all. Every time I smoke I feel like I'm stealing years from my lungs.

    Poem About Smoking Pot

    The lighter's a trigger
    I load my gun
    And swallow the bullets
    Straight to my lungs

    With every drag
    And hit I take
    My thoughtless mind
    Will come awake

    No more mommies leaving
    Or daddies crying
    Just coughing and heaving
    And careless flying

    I guess it's living
    I guess I'm dying
    And if I'm not
    I'm surely trying

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  9. 7. 30 Inch Gauge

    • By Emma
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2011

    Don't be heroin's slave.

    Heroin Poem

    How were the shrooms? The Beer? The LSD?
    I'll show you something more worthwhile than weed.
    I can show you how to steal and lie.
    Trust me, it's all you need to get by.
    Why go to school? Don't turn another page!
    I'm so much easier, and I come in a 30 inch gauge.
    Heroin's my name, I've been known to destroy lives.
    Takings out actors, teenagers, fathers, and wives.
    People will leave you, that's just fine.
    Follow me, you'll be all mine.
    Try to get rid of me? What a joke.
    Pretty soon you'll have a needle, looking for a vein to poke.
    Need some love? That's gonna be hard to find.
    But don't worry, cause I'll always be in the back of your mind...

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  10. 8. Pills And Violence

    When I was 13 I went through this all.
    Until I was about 14 and a half.
    Now I'm almost 16 and my life is better than ever.

    This is a true story.

    Popping pills in the morning,
    Popping pills at night.
    Cutting deep into my skin,
    holding my blade tight.

    Dressed up to look my best,
    When I actually looked my worst.
    I thought all this alcohol
    would refresh my troublesome thirst.

    I wanted kids when I was older,
    I wanted good news to tell.
    But Who Tells their children,
    that they wanted to go to hell?

    I had a lot of problems.
    sexually abused and bashed.
    Both my arms, wrists, and legs,
    Had been both bruised and gashed.

    I thought of myself,
    As a strong Girl.
    I wasn't strong at all..
    This is what made my toes curl.

    I had decided to stop,
    And get my life on track.
    Because I realized the life I wasted
    I was never getting back.

    So I stopped the hurting,
    For once it was pretty easy.
    I stopped looking like an easy target,
    and I stopped dressing sleazy.

    I'm a better person now.
    And I'm turning 16.
    I can't believe how young I was,
    and how I was so keen.

    All the drugs and the alcohol,
    the cutting and pain.
    Have all disappeared,
    now I'm one step ahead in this game.

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  11. 9. All We Can Do Is Wait

    I wrote this poem for my mom. She was a drug addict, and she is in prison. She put my sisters and I through hell, and separated us, now we live with our different fathers. My mom really did screw up my life, but I love her to death, and I know she'll make a successful recovery.

    Mom Chose Drugs

    You were never really there,
    And when you came around, all people did was stare,
    You chose drugs over us,
    At least you loved yourself, that's a plus.

    I try to forget the past, I try to distance myself from your influence,
    You going to jail when I needed you most is some coincidence,
    It kills me to think you sit there doing nothing,
    If I said I forgive you I'd be bluffing.

    Nothing feels right, it's not the same,
    When things go wrong it's you I try to blame,
    I wish you were here, I wish I could see you,
    Almost everything people say about you is true.

    Yet it hurts, the way his words sting,
    No one has a clue the pain they bring,
    I don't even have my sisters with me,
    I understand though this is how it has to be.

    Everyday I think of ways I could have stopped this from happening,
    But it all melts down to the fact that I couldn't have done anything,
    Except helped you out, not been so bad,
    Thinking it was me that drove you to drugs makes me sad.

    Mom, all I can do is say I'm sorry, and I miss you,
    We'll be together one day, and waiting is all we can do.

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  12. 10. My Escape

    • By Kayla Saunders
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008

    I wrote this poem when I was skipping school. I was sexually assaulted by a close friend of the family. I considered him like a dad. I had to tell someone what he did to me.
    After he got caught he killed himself, and put the blame on me.

    I take my second big hit
    The dark room becomes lit
    It's starting to make me feel good
    Just like it should
    I'm confused and I don't care to worry
    My memories are becoming blurry
    By the time the joint comes back around
    I can't get off the ground
    Starting to loosen up, I'm starting to forget
    My heart is beating so fast, I'm starting to sweat
    Can't remember what pill I took
    Didn't bother to look
    As long as it takes everything away
    And eases the pain for today
    It's my turn again, I cough and choke
    But I still take another toke
    I'm so happy it's unreal
    I can't explain how great I feel
    So many ridiculous words are spoken
    My heart no longer feels broken
    Laughing so hard I begin to cry
    I can hardly hold my head up high
    He is no longer swaying from a tree
    Now nothing can bother me
    My pulse is really starting to race
    But at least I can't see his face
    I can try to quit
    Or cut down a little bit
    But this is all I can do to make him go away
    Because he haunts my mind every second of the day

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  13. 11. A Drug Filled World

    • By Ankit Sharma
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2010

    Hey, I'm a college student who writes humorous/confessional poems.

    Paxil to make you happy
    Weed to make you high
    Nyquil to make you sleep
    Energy shots to make you active

    I'm told to feel a certain way
    Suddenly heartbreak doesn't feel sad
    And tears don't feel salty anymore
    Love doesn't feel good at all
    And pain is something I can't feel
    A drug filled world is where I live.

    Prozac to make you glad
    Mary Jane to make you rad
    Atarax to make you tired
    Dayquil to make you work

    I'm fumbling in ecstasy
    Living life sounds make believe
    My reflection looks old and weary
    An old soul has more zing than me
    I can't get pleasure even from me
    A drug filled world I where I live

    Zoloft to make you smile
    Mushrooms to make you fly
    Tylenol to make you weak
    Aleve to make you strong

    I'm losing my mind
    There is no strength even in my finger tips
    My legs search for a firm grip
    My heart seems to have stopped
    And my mind can't control me anymore
    A drug filled world is where I live.

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  14. 12. Road To Recovery

    • By Hannah Gillen
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2009

    I have struggled with drug abuse for years and this is one of my many poems I have written to get some of my feelings of the past out!

    In just a few years she has seen and experienced far too much,
    Such a young young girl but to her anger she clutched,
    Scared and vulnerable she got on the wrong wrong path,
    6 years later it's a long long path.
    16 years old and she's bursting with rage,
    Emotions spinning and twisting all over this page.
    From abuse to alcohol to drugs and prostitution,
    She's feeling lower than low and trapped in confusion.
    She's never really cared about what could happen,
    But its time she got herself together and get her life into action.
    She's trying desperately hard to sort herself out,
    She wants things to go right but she has her doubts.
    She's not going to give up until she reaches the end of the road to recovery,
    That place where the grass is greener and the sun shines brightly.
    Now this is the time where she's packing up living the victim in disaster,
    And giving in gets further and further away quicker and even faster.
    Round about now she's not scared to show emotion,
    All that she wants is an end to this commotion.
    The tears are streaming down her face,
    And the battle is on its time to race.

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  15. 13. With Darkness Come Death

    • By Jess
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011

    I lost my parents and baby sister when I was 11 and all I have left was my sister. She had control over all our money and when she couldn't cope with looking after me she turned to drugs and wasted so much of our money on them. She then one day when I was 16 figured she had to get away, so she Over Dosed and I lost the one piece of family I had left.

    How could family be so cruel?
    How could I have been so naive & such a fool?
    My sister had frozen off my money for years,
    When I found out it reduced me to tears,
    She was all I had, I'd have traded her life for mine,
    But now is the time I question why I ever wasted my time,
    hundreds of thousands I never knew we had,
    She had gone and blown it on her friends new fad,
    I will never forget her junkie friends,
    The way they roped her in to her life's ends,
    I always thought she would be able to control her addiction,
    but then something happened beyond my prediction,
    I got a phone call from the hospital up in town,
    this phone call really dragged me down,
    they told me they were sorry and nothing could be done,
    she promised me this would never happen, that it was just
    for fun,
    she has broken her promise to me,
    I am now alone and always will be.

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  16. 14. My Parents

    • By Shayne Smith
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2009

    I love my parents.

    I'm lucky that I have the parents that I do,
    you would be lucky if you had them too.
    They don't have a lot of money because they spend too much on me,
    they can now barely afford the Toronto parking fee.
    I have nice swagg, a full hockey bag, a full backpack,
    but now style and money is something my parents lack.

    As I grow up it gets a lot worse, I wish I could beat this teenager curse.
    Instead of style and hockey stuff, the things I spend their money on are a little more rough.
    My parents are in need because what I spend their money on is alcohol and weed.

    I start to skip too much school, They tell me I should stop trying to look so cool.
    But that's not why I don't go, school is the opposite of my friend its a foe.
    It's not what I'm good at, all I do there is get in fights and call the teachers dumb and fat.

    My parents no longer will give me there cash, so the walls in my room I bash.
    The weed I told them I got rid of it, they found some the next day and through a huge fit.
    No more money for me not even a little bit, I tell them this is bullshit.

    I lay in my bed that night and wonder why all I want to do is get high or fight.
    I turn on my light so that its shining bright, and my mind takes flight.
    Tears come to my eyes as I realize that I'm losing the people who will always love me most,
    I feel like I'm being haunted and it's by an evil ghost.

    The next day I go to every class, and run home fast to get all of my stuff, and stop acting so tough.
    My parents had it rough, and I thought being cool made me buff, so I traded all my things,
    including my clothes that gave me style, the phone that had the drug dealers numbers I used to dial,
    and my full knapsack to get all of the money back, 3000 dollars I got, I could of bought myself a robot,
    but instead I paid the bills, it felt like I had just got to the top of one of the biggest hills,
    the smile on my mom and dads face made me feel like I was no longer a disgrace.

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  17. 15. Crystal Meth

    • By Nicole Shrubshall
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2010

    This is a poem I wrote...

    everything is wrong
    nothing is right
    If I had a wish
    I would re-live that night

    out at a party
    with a group of good friends
    who was to know
    this was the end

    they had me convinced
    that I would be fine
    I shouldn't have done it
    It's my fault, all mine

    Now it's all over
    family mourn my death
    my life is at an end
    All cause of meth.

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  18. 16. Crashing Down

    • By Courtney Miles
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2010

    My name is Courtney and I love to write I hope to one day become an author. Even though I'm only 15 now (Soon to be sixteen). :D Let me know what you think of my poem. I need hardcore criticism!!

    World Of Drugs And Liquor

    Floating by on a cloud
    The world of drugs and liquor
    All around

    Moving, jumping out
    Falling down
    Screaming loud

    The monster behind,
    The curtian
    The shadows of it all

    The drugs go deep
    The pain seeps in

    My head spins
    My heart breaks
    The world stops

    Crashing down
    Worlds away
    Sleep sets in

    Drugs go deep
    Pain goes deeper

    My heart stops
    As I come
    Crashing down

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  19. 17. Poison

    • By Tammy
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008

    Life isn't fair...it was never meant to be fair...

    As the glass meets my lips
    As the sweet smoke fills my lungs
    I can feel my self losing grip, begin to slip
    The world fades to gray, as my mind begins to sway.

    As soon as I leave the earth,
    I smash down again to burn for my sins.
    The smell drives me insane
    As I load up to get f***ed again.

    The day begins with the sound of coughing
    My mom walks in and I carry on smoking
    "When will you stop" she asks
    I don't reply, I load again, wondering why.

    My voice is gone and I can't breath
    Yet still my fingers are loading the poison for me,
    I try to stop, but I start again, as if I never left
    Is this my life? Is this what I am to become?

    I sit alone now in the room of people.
    My friends have all gone but one...
    Waiting for me to load it up and take a hit
    Who am I to be able to resist?

    This is it. This is the end
    I can't handle the lies and mistrust
    I have to end this now or forever be a slave.
    I will see the light once again.

    The world is black and has no hope,
    Another hit meets my lips,
    Sorry my angel, I have failed.

    When you forget me, you will survive,
    You will live for the light.
    But don't forget me, alone and unlovable
    For I cannot stop what I have began,
    With my chosen poison, I have become undone.

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  20. 18. Dear Friend

    • By Nichole
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2012

    This is about a real struggle with drugs and how they have more power then we should give them. For everyone who's been lost in the world of drugs don't give up the struggle because there is a light at the end of the tunnel

    Dear Friend,

    I'm slowly losing hope, and my minds beginning to
    looking around not knowing, how I got to this
    I've taken so many chances, and I wasted so much
    still writing this letter, as my words continue to

    I Thought drugs were a joke, don't be naive
    they'll get you
    they never get you that high, they only know how
    to subdue
    and to these delusional drugs, I'll probably lose
    my life
    I'm to immature to have children, too not caring
    to be a wife

    you may say I need help, that I just need some
    medicine to get me by
    But, your just not understanding, how much these
    drugs want me to die
    I know they'll get me soon, pretty soon I won't
    even fight
    trapped in the darkness, still haven't found the

    If these are my last words to you, I want them to
    forever last
    remembering all our memories, wishing I could
    re-live the past
    I no longer want to stay in the present, I wish it
    was already done
    just always know you may start the day with many,
    but will end it with one

    always keep an open mind in life, I had to learn
    that on my own
    and look beyond peoples words, there's many things
    that are unshown
    There are some people out to get you, and some
    that just wait to die
    some are out for money, and others live life just
    to get high

    I've meet all of these kind of people, but could
    never be one
    threw many pennies in a wishing well, but left the
    outcome un-won
    please hold on to your life and just don't ever
    let it go
    you can't understand now, but trust me, some day
    you'll know...

    And now I have to leave, I'm left with no other
    my words begin to disappear as I slowly lose my
    But remember me, please just remember me,
    Finally my turn.....Soon I'll be Free

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  21. 19. These Pills That Kill

    • By Dan Lowry
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2008

    I wrote this poem.. when I got in trouble for my mom's missing pain medication. I soon found out that it was my best friend that was stealing them behind my back. Drugs can ruin friendship and your life.

    Friend Stealing Pills

    You've done as I've done,
    You've stolen what I have stolen,
    But now you've stolen from me,
    As I fall and take the heat,
    I'm as mad as you think,
    Plus more,

    I'm not sure what to do with you,
    I'm not sure what to say to you,
    I can't stop thinking about it,
    About you,
    I have nothing to say to you,
    I have nothing to fucking say to you,
    But I'll listen to your lies,
    Your excuses, and your denial,
    I don't know what to do with you,
    I'll think about it,

    Your obliviously upset,
    But who can blame you,
    You lost respect,
    You lost friends,
    And now you've lost a best friend,
    Consequences are tough,

    I thought I'd feel better now,
    But I really don't,
    I feel worse,
    I think about what you really need,
    Which is obviously help,
    These pills that kill pain,
    They haven't helped.

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  22. 20. True Story

    • By Lauren Fowler
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2011

    I'm 19 now, I was 16 when I had a little girl. I hurt everyday knowing she's out there, and there's nothing I can do but be miserable. If only I would of stayed away from the drugs and the wrong people, I would have my baby. I desperately ask young mothers to change, because I wish I could. I'm still fighting, but if you stay away you'll never have to experience this magnitude of pain.

    I Miss My Daughter

    I say to remain strong,
    Yet I appear to be weak
    I say always try to win,
    But I welcome defeat
    I say pray,
    But never drop to my knees
    I say talk to someone,
    It stays bottled inside me
    I chose to get high,
    And then came a child
    I never slowed down,
    I still remain wild
    I stay less than a mile,
    From my own three year old
    My eyes are watering,
    And my heart is cold
    I miss my daughter,
    She'll soon be old
    Now with no money or job,
    I'm on the corner again
    Only one man sticks by me,
    And he is more than a friend
    I struggle with this addiction,
    Hoping one day it will end
    I haven't touched base in 2 years,
    And I'm still fighting my friend
    In this game of drugs,
    You're bound to loose
    I've made decisions,
    That were not cool
    I hope someone takes heat,
    To this poem
    If you've got the habit,
    Kick it that shows 'em
    My own child doesn't even know me,
    And I had her when I was 16
    Now I'm 19 with nothing in sight,
    But waking up crying all times of night
    The pain is deep I've hurt everyday,
    Now I hurt even more
    As my arm is numb and I fall to the floor
    I've beat one addiction,
    Now I'm on another
    With no sense at all,
    Not even enough to be a mother
    This needle penetrates,
    What am I doing?
    Nothing with my life,
    I need to stop this abusement.

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