Feel bad? Feel Better!

Without the longing to actually physically feel
These gruesome wounds I have consumed, won't ever heal

Burnt out, wasted, infinetly lonely, and hollow
Wishing that I'll never have to see another tomorrow

Frozen stiff with these deadly dreams
Trying hard to block out my fears and the screams

I miss the feeling of a mother's loving touch
Someone I could've, possibly, loved very much

Watch out for the blood, it sometimes seems to spray
You'll want to stay a generally far distance, it sometimes flies every which way

I need to get rid of this delighted depression and horrible pain
God please, help me; just give me a name

Pass me the pipe pot head, I really want to have it
I lit the blue bic lighter, and I took my hit

I inhale deeply, and hold it in as long as I can
I blow it out into the open room, and now I think I understand

I feel so much better after all the green disappears and is gone
I am so happy now again, to myself I sing a song

"La la la la" I dropped the old, overused blade
I don't feel unloved, deprived nor betrayed

I'm so happy at this moment, like I've never known
You couldn't understand the reason, I love getting stoned

**Dedicated to: Pot Heads.**