This is where I lead my life now.
When all I want is to leave my life how
I have longly envisioned,
once the breath from my body is missing.
While marijuana leaves my clarity clouded over,
I know if I was sober my cross would convert to a clover.
What are probably pebbles over my shoulder
amass an amount to feel like a boulder.
Young man is ready for his growth,
Still weary from facing his ghosts.
Mother always said be the happiest of hosts,
meanwhile I’ve had the raspiest of throats
Screaming for freedom
from feeling responsible for why Nancy isn’t breathing.
Given the chance he could see a reason
Through rebirth he grinds throughout grieving.
My weakness was my best friend
but I can’t hear you now.
Blocking negativity to let the rest in
Abusive and alluring; I’m no longer near you now.