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
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