Speak Up

When you ruin things you break down mental string that hold our brain from collapsing into the fire ring, this is a feeling that makes us scream to be free but the judge says your insane so go waist your life away until your cheeks shrink and your gums bleed from getting high off the tweak week upon week, sleeping for days upon days not eating so your body becomes ill and weak and you crave for more tweak realizing your out and broke, so you find your friends toke and tell yourself life is just a joke, its ok as long as you get to smoke, no its not, you think life is a joke? Well you’re a joke for climbing up the wrong rope, burning your hands because you don’t like to stand the fact that probation has you crawling on your hands a knees for days after days and weeks after weeks and years after years just to get some bud or tweak… knows the time to shed some tears because fears turn to more tears when the sister you lost knows how it feels to be sick for not even a full year, then when she passes you decide drugs is the only path towards drug treatment classes and not thinkin about the problems of relapsing. This is for you Jenni. I love you and miss you sis. King Minor