Stoned and Wasted

The drugs of people's thoughts begin to breathe out
of my pores creating wounds and sores that eat my
skin apart from their cocaine lies and meth
injections of fake love.

These scars never heal no matter how much I can
bandage it. They just get worst from trying to hide
the pain and agony people have caused me.

While I was trying to get high on the hope that one
day this feeling of sadness would disappear; at
the same time I was getting drunk off of the
alcohol that where made from my tears to suppress
the darkest fears that come for me in the middle
of the night.