Remember that one time…
When getting drunk and doing drugs all the time was cool?
Well grow the fuck up. You are an adult now. And no this doesn’t go out to those of you that drink or smoke a little weed every now and again, I’m not an AA nazi who really cares about that.
Here is a poem for you all.
Puff, puff pass at thirteen
An age where my eye still had its gleam.
Mind melding psychedelic drugs
Soon to follow…
Hellish flashbacks and puke stained rugs…
From nights of lines and and alcoholic drinks.
Secretly finding refuge and not a creative place to think.
Escaping from my father, now absent for half a year.
While I sat and wrote music, to not breakdown in tears.
Crushing pill after pill,
There was no more thrill.
But a shell of a boy and pain that lingered still.
I’d escape to my itchy,
Pupil constricted place.
Trying to find chemical happiness to replace
The paranoia and anxiety stricken to my face.
A few months pass,
No smoking grass.
Long gone is puff, puff, pass.
This stuff is too good to share.
It started with tin foil.
The smell of that smoke as it started to boil
…drifting into the air
Soon my habit had too large of a price.
I needed a better method,
I tried and missed twice.
Third try hit me like a bus,
Oh god… that nodding, itchy rush.
A few months pass,
40 pounds lost,
No pleasure, no sign of cash
If I were me, I’d kick my ass.
Shooting H just to not get sick,
15 and this is what I had to kick.
A few months pass and I’m out of rehab.
Relapse after relapse,
Trying to rewrite that synapse.
Until finally I meet a girl,
Who was the first reason I wanted to be clean,
She made me finish high school, albeit a GED.
Soon I enrolled at PVCC.
Now I have a 4.0
A girl and a job,
No more of that broken slob.
Goodbye puff, puff pass.
Hello loving girlfriend, work and class.
