Addicted to Smoking Pot Poem
Hi, this is so very sad. I have suffered the same problem. It is a form of self torture. I have however given up now. I work full time. This drug is still smothering my partner. I wrote a poem …
Published: Feb 2008
Where Am I, Who Am I
By 10am I feel sick, I need you my dear.
Why can't I have you all the time.
I need you. It hurts me it makes me cry.
I can't handle the truth, reality and life.
You are so good you make me feel unreal.
I would rather be with you then anyone else.
I can't eat or sleep without you baby, you are my world.
You drive me insane.
All I want is your pleasure,
but hunting for you is pain.
What the heck am I going to gain.
forgetful, always broke and looking dopey.
who wants to be friends with a phony.
I will pay you back, maybe next month.
I do nothing until then but sit on my ass.
While I constantly smoke my grass.
24/7 its a full time job.
Now I'm bored with life
God why did you let me see.
at such a young age, how good marijuana can really be.
It has ruined me from time to time,
I'm just hanging in there I will be just fine..
Fighting fighting and more abuse.
I'm lost in my own world and can't anybody see.
now nothing is making sense to me
I don't know who I am any more.
I've lost the plot until the very end.
I have no feelings my friend.
I'm not a person nor human, male or female.
I am a doped up scumbag and I can never change.....
I HATE MYSELF FOR SMOKING POT AND TRYING TO BE COOL.
IT HAS NOW ROBBED ME FROM MY LIFE.
I HAVE NO INTERESTS OR EMOTIONS
I JUST DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ANYMORE...