The day had gone by rotten.
All worries will soon be forgotten.
There’s no rules to abide,
A Utopia has now been found,
That frown turned upside down.
In your mind there’s only you.
A select few ask if you’re really fine,
But who cares, right?
Nothing else matters at this time.
Your soul is now bruised black and blue.
You never had anyone there,
Everyone battling their own thoughts.
It’s not entirely your fault.
You had to choose a way to cope.
So don’t go blame yourself as if by fault.
Family thought it was all fake,
Friends said they had more issues,
Rehab was no help,
A therapist just wanted the money,
Now marijuana has your heart.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC
The day had gone by rotten.
All worries will soon be forgotten.
There’s no rules to abide,
A Utopia has now been found,
That frown turned upside down.
In your mind there’s only you.
A select few ask if you’re really fine,
But who cares, right?
Nothing else matters at this time.
Your soul is now bruised black and blue.
You never had anyone there,
Everyone battling their own thoughts.
It’s not entirely your fault.
You had to choose a way to cope.
So don’t go blame yourself as if by fault.
Family thought it was all fake,
Friends said they had more issues,
Rehab was no help,
A therapist just wanted the money,
Now marijuana has your heart.
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