Perhaps i am trying too hard.
Perhaps i am not trying hard enough.
Sometimes i feel as though im writing pointless memories and that all of this will be over once the high is.
Marijuana is an escape route,
The alternate highway,
The yellow brick road.
All it takes is one hit; one hit and you are golden, Ponyboy for a few minutes to a few hours i dont have to care and that feels great.
Some people say that weed is a drug, a gateway drug to exact but for me the only gateway this baby takes me to is sex.
Maybe i have a problem or two with one or the other which is why i try so hard to distract myself from what i do when im sober.
Marijuana?
Shes my soul in retrospect,
She has the memories i dont have to relive all the time.
Its when the high is finally gone and im left feeling as sad and empty as before, sometimes worse do i realize its called a high for a reason.
YOU ARE READING
The Voices Inside my Head!!!!
De Todothese realy are just the most random yet meaningful things youll hear. I dedicate this to those with mental illnesses or emotional trauma.
