Drugs is a choice
It's not to be cool
It's not to show off
It's to make me forget about you
And it works
But when I wake up at 4:45 am
And sit on my bed I feel
The marijuana fade my body
You come back in my head
And I become more sad then I was before
I am now sober
I wish the withdrawal never came
Cause now
Your back
YOU ARE READING
sad and broken (poetry)
PoetryThis is where I write my pain Making my pain rhyme and poetic This is my book of thoughts My book of pain Hope you enjoy!!
