{you're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope}
The only time I ever see your smile is when your sorry head is filled with dope.
And maybe it's understandable that you do turn to such hash drugs to make you feel happy, all you want is to feel happy.
Why you can't just be happy, I'm not sure. You had everything once upon a time.
But once you lost everything you wanted to to fill the empty space, and maybe I couldn't do that. I couldn't find a way to fill the hollow empty heart so you replaced the feeling with trying to be happy, and to be happy you needed drugs.
And not some weed, but you turned to cocaine and LSD.
Why couldn't I be the drug that filled your head, making you happy. I want to make you happy.
Maybe it's the way the world seemed to turn on you and you couldn't do anything about it.
You couldn't stop the car from hitting the other car. But you blame yourself everyday for it.
Maybe you use those drugs to try to forget. To get your brain from remembering the way your dad lied lifeless and your mom was too tangled and twisted to ever get those morbid images out of your head.
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Sorry the chapters are so short
