you said you weren't greedy,
but you had your cake,
and ate it too.

You said I was a mystery,
it was a lie,
all alone you knew.

I was addicted to love,
and over time your power grew,
then, vulnerable I became to you.

Um
Anxiety. Pain. Fear.
Crippling me
A cocktail of narcotics
Succumbing me
Into blatant
Paralysis.
How can you feel
So much
Yet care
So little?

I just took half a puff of **** and it's got me thinking and/or feeling like I might have real thoughts and emotions which pertain to other people but it can't be real cuz drugz are bad!!!!
Ain't that what they always taught us?
Ain't that what we always learned and/or believed?
Psh...it's all a bunch of smoke hand mere hers @ sea end hove sea day, ma knee gears