I walk around and see,
Things that I know should not be.
I just don’t see the point,
Of smoking a joint.
I’ve been told it eases the pain,
And helps users to gain,
A sense of peace
That no one would wish to release.
Because they go into their “zone”,
And no longer feel so alone.
But if they don’t die,
They just come back down from their high.
And everything is pretty much the same,
Because they tried to run from the pain.
I can’t say I know how they feel,
But I do want to help them heal.
I’ve been through some hard times,
And if someone decides to look and finds
The truth about me
Then they will see
Why it’s drugs I hate
And I can’t wait,
Until someone sees the light,
So then I maybe I might
Be able to
Understand why you do
Just what you do.