NOTES I WROTE BLEEDING

GRAVE

If its not for weed id not be sane
Its the only thing that keeps me awake
That prevents me from straining
Im scared i might turn to an addict

The shoulder id cry on is bleeding
The distance between us is killing me
Now we both low far from each other
I pray she heals as i wipe my tears

Stuck between reality and fiction
Unalive in my head yet breathing
Migraines torturing my high soul
Uncomfortable of how ill meet the grave