one of the few rhymes that I’ve wrritten that I think you SPers might enjoy
what would i be doing if i weren’t getting high?
i’d probably be dead, depression is so sly
think about it, an assassin in your mind
he creeps all about as he wants and divines
new ways to inflict mental torture
until the day that you decide that this is not what you signed up for
you didn’t sign, so you cut down the dotted line
yadda yadda yadda, friends and family found crying
at least no more days will be spent sighing
it’s off to nothing, brain is off, some peace and quiet
smoke on […]