One has asked me why,
Why do I drink, smoke and get high?
I drink to cleanse the pain,
to bring some heat in the coldest rains,
to know this is the only way,
to keep my mind from going insane.
I smoke to shorten my time,
not just small moments but the years i have cried,
to hastily spend each day in this world,
decaying as fast as dark minds of this earth.
I get high so I can escape the despair,
all the sorrow and troubles that I could not bear,
all rejection and doubt make my lifetime a burden,
a temporary glue to mend pieces that are broken.
Why do I drink, smoke and get high?
One has asked me why,
It's my way of self harm,
A type of long term suicide.
