Suicidal Pt. 6 (God, Weed, and Poetry)

turn the lights off

leave me in the dark

to contemplate with my mind and heart

how long has this lasted?

i have absolutely had it

up to this point I could hold it in, but it hurts

i wish I had 3 wishes like Aladdin

my mind is going through drought and famine

my mental state is crashing to the floor

you don’t know me behind my closed door

after my cousins death (may he Rest in Peace)

i made and started following my own philosophy

“God, Weed, and Poetry"

something i have to start following again for the rest of my days

just thinking about it puts a smile on my face

it made me happy, for a while i actually was

but now i’m sitting in the dark

playing with my old lighter

is this when a lover turns into a fighter?

should i just set my work on fire?

i’m tired, i’m fed up

i’m thinking about the events that led up-

to this

should i quit?

maybe i should

only when you read something i write is when i’m understood

personally, a lot of you don’t understand me

only a couple do, most of them not family

just leave me here to watch the sparks of this lighter-

spark a fire

until i fall asleep

knowing ill wake up to the same depressing, heart wrenching daily routine

“God, Weed, and Poetry” are the only things keeping me straight

i plan on sticking to it

there’s no alternative

“Smoking weed until the feeling goes away. Peace signs in every picture that i take, i represent World Peace.”

-Dizzy Wright

~PEACE