Why have hope
When you can find it in dope.
Why should i cry
when i can cut till I die.
But here I am living life
I can find the answer in a bloody knife.
Crying, yelling, and another angry fit.
But forget it, role it, and take a hit.
Behind every blunt is a million tears.
because weed helps all my fears.
I'm hurt, depressed, and broke.
I make it okay with that strong smoke.
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Sad Poems
PoetryA book of poems, I've been writing through out the years. Most are sad and depressing and others are love that gets destroyed. Some I relate to and some I dont.
