The grand jury
finds me guilty of assault
against my body
and the murder
of my soul
They find me in possession
of drugs used
to kill my senses
and fry my brains
they charge me
yet I only harmed myself
I do not sell
I do not pressure
I ask nothing of friends
they don't have to choose
this way of life
I choose my path
I will rot
in this hole
I dug for myself
and I will smoke
to numb the pain
of my existence
I am killing myself
willingly slaughtering me
and yet simultaneously
being executed
by the people
who are suppose to
care the most
