I don't think you understand the the severity of my depression.
If you did you'd know it justifies my smoking sessions.
I don't do it to get "lit" or to have a good ******* time,
I do it cause I can't sleep unless I'm really ******* high.
My brain it eats at me and won't let me breathe.
The destruction and misery that's inside of me.
It keeps me awake and when they ask I just fake
a smile until they nod, say okay and walk away.
It may seem like I'm angry and I must say that's the truth.
How would you feel if it was you murdering you?
From the inside out until theres nothing ******* left.
But you crucify me because I have to clear my head.

Energies flowing,
Minds open,
New experiences upon us.

Open doors,
Secrets freed,
Truths spilled over us.

Acceptance frees,
Vibrations sync,
Eyes piercing through us.

Hands grasping,
Legs shaking,
Passion completely engulfs is.

Ears open,
Arms stretched,
Transcending life before us.