Woke in the morning

7 Am,, Woke in the morning,,
feening that weed, and greed,
plus nicotine,,
why does this gotta happen to me,,
what did i do to deserve this,
what is the reason for its purpose,,
and the reason for its being,,
what dose it mean,,
I don't know,,
Wishing this feeling would go,,
but its not and its something i have to live with,,
not to mention the idea, of someone
I have kids with,,
and there both the same,,
knowing that its all just a game,,
and its pretty f**Kin hard to deal with,,
if you didn't happen to know,,
but look at the time,,
I have something to do,,
get high,
and escape the world,,
because when I'm in it all I'm doing,,
is f**Kin thinking of you,
and its annoying,,
knowing that this s**t is destroying,,
my brain and my mind,,
to think about all this s**t,,
and your all that it will find,
no matter how hard i try to get you off,,
blazing weed drinking alc,,
your still on,, no matter what I do,,
So in the end of this,,
your the reason for this,,
everyday i write more poems,,
and your the reason
the inside,, the soul,,
cause if i didn't have you,,
there wouldn't be no poem,,
its as if in our hearts,,
I found a new home..