I dont do pot but I thought this would be funny to post on 4\20\16 for some very obvious reasons.
I feel the brick wall scrape my shoulder blades,
and take comfort in the pain.
I can't help but notice,
the amount of weight I've gained.
I'm trying to find a release, some type of way to cope,
but I'm loosing hope.
Yet today I found something new.
It makes me feel fifty feet in he air.
High.
But that's probably 'cause I'm smoking with my besties.
Mary J and Mister Caterpillar.
I find myself falling into the euphoric whole,
that has me tumbling into another world.
YOU ARE READING
The struggle
PoezjaThis book will be made up of a collection of my works, written during a period of time in which i suffered extreme depression. These poems will talk about, anorexia, bulimia, self-harm, schizophrenia, anxiety, and a few other things. If you or anyon...
