Drugs are our weapon!!!!Mature

Drugs are our weapon
hiding behind the sarcasim
razor blades
ropes and drugs
are stuck in the place
were i think
puffing mary jane hoping
she takes the
pain away
wishing to wake up to a
brand new day
popping pills
smoking weed
anything to get tweaked
easing my mind of
the suicidal thoughts that
i speak.......

The End

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