Suicidal Happiness

Rookie (The graves in my mind)

Robbins


I’m so tired but I’m not allowed to sleep
Desire to again inhale the merciful drugs I normally breathe
Voices and the obnoxiousness of the fakes
They always think they are better then everyone else, this is one of the things I hate
I urn for the cigarette smoke burning in the back of my throat
The marijuana suffocating my pain, is the only thing to help me cope
Just the purity of that of grass lingering blissfully in the air
Keeping me sane and away from despair
People and authority getting my riled
They don’t see me as a human; they see me as the juvenile child
But I guess that I’m just crap out of luck
And though I should care I really don’t give a f
The drugs that I love suffer from abuse
I try to be good but of course there is no use
Police want to test me because I’m not trusted
Taking the substance that makes me numb, and I was busted
Kick me out I really don’t care
You will know if the cops have got me because I won’t be there
Tired and frustrated, same stuff different day
But all I care about in this moment is breathing in the Mary Jane to take these problems away

Submitted: Monday, September 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Form:


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Robbins by Suicidal Happiness )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. Tonight I can write the saddest lines, Pablo Neruda
  4. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  5. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  6. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  7. If, Rudyard Kipling
  8. Alone, Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

New Poems

  1. Meditation, Rimni chakravarty
  2. Dear! It Has To Be you, Rimni chakravarty
  3. Upon These Adored Shores, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  4. Myself, Rimni chakravarty
  5. A tale of two trees, Ricky Nyairo
  6. Priceless Price, Persian Nightingale
  7. Cacophonous eves, Priyanka Bhowmick
  8. MY SIMPLE TASTES, Hannington Mumo
  9. I Feel So Lonely/So Left Out Of It, Shalom Freedman
  10. Cliche, Rimni chakravarty
[Hata Bildir]