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by kevin Boundy AKA the ghost Jul 2, 2009 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Not sure whats happened but i know it can't be good i thought if i showed i didn't care then maybe someone would but once again i was proved wrong hope seems to fade away it takes constant self-medication just to make it through the day one more puff off that joint please my hand just wont stop shaking one more hit of that pipe i beg you my heart just wont stop breaking that single puff makes me shudder for it numbs all my pain it keeps me on the edge of reason it keeps me semi-sane i exhale the smoke and it seems all my pain vanishes in thin air this is my solution for my broken heart this is my shelter from despair