I've come to a forest
Filled with the best
I'll pick some if I want to
And save the rest
Later when it's gone
When I'm lonely and depressed
I'll take a knife and slit my wrist
I'll watch with pleasure
And then burn the remains of the forest
That forest once made me happy
It symbolized hope
But now it's gone
I used it all
That's to bad
But at least I have my blood
*Ha if you are a stoner you'll know what this is about...MARJUANA BABY!!! As in a whole forest of it. That would be heaven...anyone know where one is? I'm serious*
