Still Getting Messed Up
Pass me a blunt
A 40 or the pipe
Pass me the fantasy
I exchange for my life
Pass me an excuse a reason not to live
Pass me the cause of disappointment to my kids
Pass me on the corner of every block intentional homicide
Pass me my own contribution to genocide
Pass me a high so high a feeling of touching the sky
I can disappear
The blunt like music to my ears
Nothing to hide
No problems or fears
No responsibility dawns who I am
Tired of being a boy in this world ruled by “the man”
Forgetting that God is all I need
Just him
NO ALCOHOL
NO WEED
Ascend to a high which only the love of SELF and HIM can provide
“Man made death” has me losing my pride
I have lost my soul
Because of a loss of control
I will get it back
My life I will take hold
It might take time
This substance has my body and mind
Although God has my soul
His love and forgiveness is always on time
I will brake this cycle and get back to me
Family PLEASE don't desert me
I may act like I don't need you
Or I may act like I don't want you around
Those may be my actions and voice but it's just act and the sound
The real me needs to find peace in this insanity
I need you more now than I have ever before
Help me please I don't know what's in store
This poem I wrote because of some family and friends I have seen going through substance abuse problems and certain family and friends feeling certain ways.
By,
Poeticallyjust
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