I'm on my way

There is an empty hole on my chest.
It use to be my heart there, but the one before you riped it out and lefted.
I might to be happy but sometimes I'm really not.
I'm just trying to cover up the pain with what I got.
Sometimes getting high is the best way.
Its like every puff releases stress and the rude words I want to say.
One puff for the heartache
Two puffs for pain
Three puffs just to get bake
And four puffs for the times he left me to cry and said I was the one to blame.
You might say I'm heartbroken and depressed but really I'm mad as HELL.
When he text me I might say I'm fine or everything is swell.
But really I want to beat the shit out of him until he yell.
But let me calm down
And get my face out of this frown.
They say every lesson there is a blessing.
And I can't keep going back in my life I gotta move on and keep pressing.
Just know what goes around comes around.
And when you get it your going to fall, and remain on the ground.
You made me not trust people , you m