****. I know . But who else can't stop there mind from going a mile a minute with thoughts of everything in the world?

I posted this poem already but decided to repost it.

- I often hear rants about drugs and peoples opinions of them. I listen carefully and I agree with what some say about drugs and the damage it actually does to people. But people have to think about why drugs are being used in the first place. It's not the "Drugs" it's "Life"

Life is the motherf$&8 who makes us rebel.
I'm not defended it and saying it's okay, but before you judge addicts make sure you look at the bigger picture. The cause of the drug use.

Playing with death. Digging deeper in my hole of sins.

I was beginning to think I was out of it.
They don't come anymore and I need some assurance. But I still have this hope and faith inside me. And there's this small part of me that knows this will happen.

I often hear rants about drugs and peoples nasty opinions of them. I listen carefully and I agree with a few things people say about drugs and the damage it could cause, and is causing, but people have to think of why drugs are being used in the first place. It's not the 'drugs' it's LIFE! Life is the motherf#%*er who makes us rebel.

****** so called poem. I know. It's 5:00am. *** my sleeping pattern is ******!