My head is aching my brain cells are making a statement. ‘youre breaking us down with the drugs!’ but the devil on my shoulder tells me im just experimenting recreationally. Id love to believe everything i hear but im exceptionally intelligent. Sometimes i get beligerant, speaking words i cant comprehend, so i put on the front and defend. Im as dangerous as angel dust cut with heroin. Bearing down upon the addicts, the pad locks remain closed but my clothes are ripped, they dont friggen fit. My bolts are stripped, ive got a fat lip with a cancer stick hanging out of my mouth. You really want to get inside my mind? Its more twisted and there’s no way to correctly define my past, i have lived walking barefoot across the broken.glass of my past. The torture, the touching, the blushing, the hatred, there is no forgiveness because everyone has blocked it out. I still see it. i close my eyes and here we go again. When will it end? Probably never, but ill make,something of my self. success is defined person to person. If youre stuck rehearsing fitting in society, you might want to re think your priorities, the possibilities are endless, Your answer is pending, its hard to plan a party you have no intention of attending, rendering my skills useless, brew this, think it over, would you rather be,sober?

this isnt really that intense..
I turn 18 in 5 days.
cash money coming my way. i graduate in two weeks.
suck on that.