Junkie

"Shit happens!" you say. "And sometimes it's better
Not to let the pain and hurt register."

You lose yourself in smoky inhumanity,
But grass isn't greener on the other side of sanity.

Weeds have long since turned ur dreams to hash,
And all that's left of them is scattered ash.

But you refuse to admit, with stubborn indignation,
That your life's just one long hallucination.