At this point,I'm beginning to question my own depression.My addiction.Because,I'm still sad either way.Whether or not I'm high or sober,I still feel empty while I sit down in Limbo.Wondering if I'll ever make it out… Maybe,I'm not necessarily full of sorrow because of my disappointing decision to roll another joint while my opportunities wither away.Maybe,It's... Continue Reading →
I Ain’t See Anything
Why do I feel the need to be angry? Maybe, Because I've been tricked to believe I'm exiled from experiencing the human touch by so, So many faces I'm disgusted to see whenever I close my eyes. So used to chasing tears instead of joyful moments when it all goes, Dark, After being told a... Continue Reading →