im going to give it up now.. forever and start a new life without smoke.. as i walk and look at the stars
10 meter walk to my house but im feeling elated at my new desire to care more about myself.. i came to this town to get away from drugs and when i first came here it was like seeing my heart.. it was impossible to find weed anywhere and it was hard because i have never realy let it go.. but now just before my door stand two shadowy figures.. they are met with feelings of foreboding regret a mindless greed and a knowing of whats to come.. they offer weed and i say yes.. a deep sinking feeling.. of the joy in me iv replaced and the endless cycle.. i feel sick...
so i buy it but wrap it up and hide it swearing to end my disease
the hunger of it.. the pain.. the want.. is just my will.. will i never let it go..
some would love this stuff forever.. but i am cursed by its emptiness.. i fear the smoke..
i guess i need to vent these emotions.. idk why but i feel like im wasted potential of something.. not wealth.. not sure what.. just not this