Things Keep changing, I'm getting older,
Still its hard to stay sober,
I keep falling down,
With every puff off this joint, it doesnt make a sound,
I'm still hurting, all this pain,
This is the only way to stop myself from hitting the main vein.
I cant say i hate it,
Cause i dont I love it when its lit.
I cant say I love it,
Cause I hate having to be on weed to sit.
I love the smell
And how its easy to sell.
I hate the need,
I have for weed.
Because I cant even think,
All I do is sink,
Father and father away,
Untill I cant even say,
I'm sorry for being this way.
Its gotten so bad I cant even sit,
With every puff its harder to resits.
I let go of the pain,
This weed makes me sane.
But still i hate the need,
I have for this weed.
By Ashley Whiteley |
Submission Name: Hate
